Droplets of the glass' contents splattered across the spot where Jamie's foot had been a split second before. It was an automatism or instinct. Regardless, the strange display of emotion and nothingness on Ares' face was more interesting at the moment.
Mood swings the new god was familiar with but this felt different.
He wouldn't claim to know the Greek inside out. He did know him well enough - or so he liked to think - to know that more often than not 'leave me alone' didn't actually mean 'leave me alone'.
"Bad things happen to you when you're left alone," he said, his voice matter-of-fact, and kept the part about having ample proof to himself.