Pride was a Christian concept so far as Ares was concerned. Even if he'd been human, he wouldn't have felt much need to scrape and serve some deity. Ares had never asked for servile debasement from his worshipers. He'd encouraged their pride, encouraged them to be the best, to fight through fear and pain. And he was proud of them for their accomplishments. His disgust at the blather about pride probably did show on his face, because so far as he was concerned, such as part of the problem with humanity. They denigrated true pride, and in their pursuit of whatever bullshit caught them that day, they destroyed everything around them. Even the very things they needed to survive. But he didn't address pride. These weren't his men, and he didn't care what they did.
He couldn't help but address this ones complete stupidity when it came to fear, though.
"If fear is not borne of malice or violence, what, in your formidable opinion, is it borne of?" he asked softly, wondering what this one would do should he come face to face with real violence? It was easy for men in this day and age to preach when they had not seen blood and guts and gore spilled out before them and been face to face with the reality that was human existence. What would blondy think, to find himself ankle deep in a river of blood? That his god would protect him?