Ares, however was still staring at him over the gerbil comment, completely missing the look on Pan's face until he shook his head, literally like a dog shaking off bathwater. It would have been comic, if the visual image weren't so disturbing. Honestly. Kids these days.
He did follow Pan's eyes, and smirked to see what had captured his attention. Giselle was quite lovely, a solid 34C, all natural, and not afraid to show it. She reminded him of how women used to carry themselves, not how they did these days. Smiling, he motioned her over to them. "Giselle, this is my nephew. Take good care of him, and make sure you get him whatever he wants. Within reason," he said, knowing that his nephew would take shameless advantage of that. Ares wasn't usually a generous god, but at the moment he was pleased to see even the whelp. Might as well humor him a bit. "I need to check some things for the fight," he said, standing from his barstool and nodding to Giselle that she should sit there and take it. "Keep my stool warm for me, love."
Now Pan would owe him. And he just might need to call in that favor. One never knew.