Ares snorted at that. "Well, that's his specialty. Mine is making people beat the ever loving shit out of each other. Would you like my blessing? We do have an amateur series if you want to try your luck in the cage." Surely Pan didn't think he could bait him that easily, did he? Ares would, of course, rise to a challenge. But on his terms. That was, after all, the law of Challenges. The one who was issued the Challenge got to select the weapon. "In fact, if you like, I'll meet you in the cage myself." Although that wouldn't be a very fair fight. Pan was clearly drugged and probably out of practice at brawling. Unless he'd been hanging with Dionysus lately. Sometimes his half-brother managed to get a good brawl going without even meaning to. It was almost enough to make Ares jealous. Almost.
It wasn't that Ares couldn't have supplied a girl. That was another revenue stream, after all, and one he had dabbled in a bit. But most of the girls here took care of those sorts of arrangements on their own. That way, when they came up on the wrong side of a solicitation charge, he had plausible deniability. Sometimes.