Ares rolled his eyes, wincing as the boney elbow met his side where he was still healing from his own round in the cage. He didn't go in often, but he did like to keep a hand in, so to speak. He followed the young goat's gaze to the man in the cage and shrugged. "Hard to say. He's new to the circuit. He could do well, he could go down in bloody flames." Ares rarely bet on the fights, mostly because he knew his even hoping for a specific outcome would more or less guarantee it. That, and it didn't look good for the books if he bet on a fight. The IRS did watch them. Just not very successfully.
He decided not to say who his son was. If Pan was too... stoned? He thought he looked stoned at least. If Pan was too stoned to follow a conversation, seeing as he was the one who mentioned Eros, than Ares wasn't going to remind him. Although if he was in contact with his son, then maybe Eros knew where his mother was. Ares wouldn't be at all loathe to see her again.
"And my son is Eros. You mentioned him like you've seen him recently."