She stared at him blandly. Why wasn’t she nice to him? All it required was a quick glance around them to solve that little mystery. “Unlike you, Brian doesn’t make more work for me to do—on purpose or otherwise.”
Besides, it wasn’t like she was mean to him. Just because she wouldn’t drool over his muscles or engage him in mortal combat didn’t mean that she wasn’t being nice. Hell, in Ares’ world, shoving a sword through someone’s stomach was probably considered nice. He just didn’t like her because she wouldn't put up with his nonsense.
Nonsense like... body shots.
“Just drink it,” she replied. Ignoring the salt, she drained her own shot and reached for a piece of lime.