Ares grunts, turning his head slightly towards her. The lighting is low in here, and the throb of the music means he ends up feeling somewhat enclosed in a public space.
Melpomene looks dark and wild, and he smiles at her, lopsided. "I bet you could swap places with her easily enough," he says, considering the notion, but Melpomene has her hooks in one of his men already, he doesn't need to add to that count.