The complete utter lack of social graces from sourpuss made Ares grin. It really was a giant cosmic joke, wasn't it? He watched in amusement as the man stopped eating. Well, wouldn't be the first time Ares had that effect on people. Nope, not at all. Especially on religious types that thought they had all the answers to the cosmos. Or whatever they thought. To Ares, it was all a bunch of bologna, or whatever they called that lovely, spicy, fatty lunch meat.
Still, since the blond was the one talking, the blond who'd initially drawn him to this conversation, then the blond was the one to get his attention.
"I do. It's almost as if God were directing me to those people for some reason. Sometimes, the feeling that I know them is so strong I just can't help myself but find out if I know them," he said with a serious tone and expression, even though his eyes were dancing with amusement. He loved to use God as a cover. He had little choice lately, since his men were all devout Catholics. So far, anyway. Slowly, he was turning them towards the old beliefs and away from pansy deities in dresses. But even Ares, arrogant as he was, knew that there was more to the universe than him and his family, and god was as good a word as any for that power. So his statement was the truth. Sort of. As much as he ever spoke the truth among mortals. He left that to others of his family.