She had sat down not so far from him. Ares watched her.
So Hermes had given him some dire threats. So what? He wasn't afraid of that skinny asshole. But on the other hand, he didn't want to be completely ostracised from the other Greeks, when Hermes was far better liked than he was. Not that he cared about being liked, of course. But it didn't hurt not to make unnecessary enemies.
He hadn't approached her, though. He was sitting here with his whiskey and she had come in, towards him. He hadn't sought her out, as not-promised.
But now she was here...
He watched her, debating if he should do more than just that. Her body was tasty in that dress. He would like to do things he couldn't in this bar, anyway.