If Hermes had said Ares smelled of blood to his face, all he would have gotten was a grin. He'd gotten a bit better at hiding his nature, but it was less that he truly hid it as that he'd chosen a lifestyle and a community that it blended into. Over the centuries, he'd learned that much. Given how he'd acquired this particular persona, it was no wonder that he smelled like blood. Of course, that was no insult, either, since Ares was quite fond of that smell. Besides, all the gods had their own scents, almost like a calling card. He didn't consciously think of them that way, but he could usually tell when he was close to one of the others by their scent. When he could smell it over the blood.
His initial reaction to the idea of a family reunion was a grimace, for all that there were some members of the extended family he liked. Even missed. But the frown was soon turned upside-down when he realized that any time you had more than one of them someplace, things were bound to be... boisterous. That could be fun!
"Maybe I should send out party invites," he said with a grin. "I have the perfect place. Even a cage for the fighting. You can carry them." The last was said with an eye on his half-brother. He knew Hermes got tired of the errand running. It was his own subtle dig. Well, subtle for Ares.