Jamie blinked. He wasn't exactly the chatty type and the things Ares knew - used to know - about him had been given up during one of their late night, sometimes inane and sometimes not quite sober conversations. Or Ares had picked information up through observation and then used it to make fun of Jamie.
So he didn't know what to say, except maybe recite his social security number... but that wasn't what the Greek meant. What then? I like this and that and my favourite colour is?
"We went to Vegas once." Ares had dragged him there. "For a weekend and I thought you were trying to kill me." Through alcohol, sex and entirely too much of doing nothing productive. At least, that was how it felt back then. "In hindsight, it was... pretty nice actually."
Jamie went on, talking some more about the things they'd done, random bits and pieces which had stuck to him. But... which no longer meant anything to the Greek sitting on the bed.
"And then, there was that incident with your accidentally killing someone and getting caught..." By then, phone calls in the middle of the night had become normal.