Ares actually had to laugh at that. The absolute nerve of her. "When the war comes, I'll be ready," he said, glancing down at her belly where yet another of his ill begotten spawn was flourishing. In a small way, he did feel kind of smug that he'd managed to plant his seed in her, even if she had clearly done it in some sort of way of birthing the next anti-Christ or whatever the Greek equivalent would be.