Ares raised an eyebrow at that, his lips curving into a smirk. "Only way you're going to find out is if you want to join me in that cage," he said sardonically. "But somehow I don't think even you are that curious." The truth was Ares didn't look that good. He looked damn good, but he wasn't quite so ripped as the specimen currently in the cage. Pan was right, no one could have a body that ripped without resorting to steroids. Still, he had nothing to complain of in his physique.
Shaking his head, he shot the tequila. He'd forgotten how much easier it was to be around Pan when he was drunk. Maybe that's why Dionysus had been such a lush. Too much time spent in the goat's company.
"So what have you been doing with yourself?" he asked, wanting to shift the conversation away from himself more than actually caring about the answer.