Ares, wearing the face of Tony DeLuca, sat at a table not far away from the pair of clerics. At least he assumed they were clerics. With 'churches' like theirs, it was hard to know if they were officially ordained ministers. He assumed so, though, since he was pretty sure he recognized the one from the photo's on the desk of the man who'd founded their ridiculous order and the other... the other felt familiar. Not like his dear friend Pan had felt, but with the burning heat of a human.
He'd long ago made a connection between the heat from older souls, ones he'd known before, and the mortals who drew him the way this one was, although he rarely managed to connect the human in this life with the incarnation they'd had in some past together. Probably just as well, really. Ares, either as himself or as Tony, wasn't one to be bogged down by scruples. Given this one's weak-minded affiliation with the load of bullshit spouted by his superiors, Ares tended to think he'd probably been a priest in the past.
Still, the fact that he'd had a run in with someone who'd seemed familiar was intriguing. If Ares felt the same sense of knowing the boy, and the boy felt he'd known someone else, it stood at least a better than average chance that Ares would have known the person, too. Interesting. Especially since he'd met up with Pan and heard through the grapevine (although really that was more Dionysus' method of spreading rumors than Pan's) that his son Eros was around. And now this boy. Made him wonder quite a bit who that homeless man had been. Homeless. That was interesting enough. Quite a few among his extended family had a vagabond nature, but he couldn't see any of them as homeless. Definitely bore looking into. Especially if he was at some local park.
While the mob wasn't generally associated with cleaning up the streets (quite the opposite really as they were often the ones how sold the drugs and weapons that dirtied the streets up in the first place, not to mention the whores and gangs they supported), it wasn't unheard of for them to look for tax benefits, either. And Ares was curious about this boy who seemed so familiar and this homeless man.
"Pardon," he said, scooting his chair back a bit so he could look over his shoulder at the two eating their sandwiches at the little table behind and to the side of him. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and wonder which park you were referring too?"