"Oh chill," Pan purred, swatting the air as if Ares' irritation was a gnat that needed to be swatted away. "It's not like he was anything back in the day. "It's not like he was anything special back in the day, there were 'messiahs' all over back then, you know. And you know, I don't mind what I am," he announced, snorting haughtily. "But you know, I never did spend time up on the Mountain. I was always down here," he shrugged. "I like it here."
"Ooh, ooh, are they going to fight soon?" He asked eagerly, almost bouncing with his delight. He slurped his beer with a long, delighted, loud slurp. "Not bad, not bad. I did prefer the British version of beer more, though. This blend's like sex in a canoe." He paused, glancing to Ares with a huge grin. "It's fucking close to water." He laughed, loud and delighted at his own joke, clapping the god of war firmly on the back with a big grin. He clearly loved the sound of his own voice.