Ares raised his eyebrows at her. "So... you're offering yourself to me?" He sipped his drink thoughtfully. "So no shit from Hermes or Peitho or anyone else? You come to me nice and easy, and we make it happen." It certainly was less hassle for him, and he got what he wanted. She was still scared of him, regardless of if she came to him voluntarily or not. He could still make his point.