Ares just grinned at the valet. That was the kind of reaction people needed to have to spur them on. "Good, since I'm paying," he laughed. The table was ready when they walked in. He did know how to call ahead to make sure he got the best seat in the place. The booth was at the window, but tucked away from the public eye. The dress was for his eyes more than those of the other patrons. He did enjoy showing her off as they walked passed everyone.
Sitting down, his smirk barely touched his eyes. He was having a hard time even feeling in the mood to smile. "So... We could make dinner quick if you'd prefer to check out the spacious backseat of the car. Personally, I've never been one for backseats, but I'm willing to try anything once." Ares decided to stick to the teasing subject rather than try to think of a real conversation. He wasn't opposed to real conversations; his mind just wasn't in the right place. It was either going to be fighting or fucking. He preferred to leave real emotions in the bottom of a bottle.
As if the waiter read his mind, a bottle of red wine was brought over and poured for them. "They know me so well," he laughed.