Ares was saying it like it was a joke. It wasn't a joke. Phobos didn't have as much experience with women as his dad but he'd seen what that redhead, er, those readheads... the whacko Fury chick(s) were capable of and he was worried.
But when was he not worried when his father took off? Exactly.
"More like too late," the boy mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck absent-mindedly.