Melpomene returns the expression; mortals might not need their help, but it sure was interesting, dialing up the intensity of their downfall. She catches Tragos eye, drinking around a table across the way with a few other guys from the arena, and the though occurs to her that by the laws of this strange country he's years away from being allowed to drink.
She finishes her own drink, stealing a cube of ice from bottom of the glass. "Do you dance, war god?" she asks, running the ice up the inside of Ares wrist to bring his attention back to her. "While you're presiding over this and that?"