Pan's blue eyes went wide in an instant, his hands shot up to grab at the one around his neck and the sides of his face even glistened with a shimmering layer of panic sweat. All that was to be expected really, as was the way his Adam's apple bobbed timidly against that hand. What happened next was not necessarily expected. He gulped, then he laughed. A high, thin, timid sound, but a chuckle none the less.
"Okay, okay!" He spoke quietly, raising the hand he was not clutching Ares' wrist with in a sign of surrender. "No talking about that, message received, loud and clear!" He tried to shy away from that powerful grip and swallowed slow and hard, rubbing at his throat when he was released. "Jesus, big guy, didn't know you were into that kind of shit. Good to know." He was ready this time, ready to dart or twist or run like a cackling coward, if he could get away from Ares fast enough. Oh this was fun!