Ares looked back at her, and grunted some sort of acknowledgement, somewhat mollified. Unstoppable Ares. Looks like Melpomene had found herself another epithet, in English this time.
He sank down into an armchair and kicked off his boots, relaxing with a sigh. Zeus, he was tired, and he rarely felt tired. Melpomene mentioning Apollo though, that brought a little smug smile to his face. Stick this in your pipe and smoke it, sun god. Ares had done what Apollo could not.
"What's done is done," he said into his glass. "Said I would 'n I did."