Right. Well. That was apparently how people dealt with Ares.
Antigone gave her a pained and sympathetic smile, but it didn't reach her eyes, which were just solidly sad. "I'm sorry," Antigone said softly, shaking her head. "My mistake."
She pushed herself back to her feet with a grim kind of determination as the sadness solidified in her heart. "I'll clear that for you," she reached for the glass Ares had been drinking from, and dragged it off the table as she turned to leave too.