"Yes, that's right," she answered patiently, the faint smirk still present that left very little question for anyone who had ever met Ares as to whether or not he was really her father. "Because he's got that entire cutthroat, take no prisoners mentality that you enjoy." Which, really, was just part of the reason. Lindsey had a lot more to him than that. A lot more.
Shaking her head in amusement when he stole one of her carrots - never mind that he had plenty of his own on his plate - she took a drink of her water before answering him. "He's unlike most mortals," she stated, first and foremost, wiping her hands on her napkin before once more picking up her fork.
"He runs Wolfram & Hart, but he also plays by his own rules. And he doesn't treat me like a weapon, or hired hand. He never has, even from the first time we met. Most people only stop that once, and only if, they realize I'm your daughter." Taking another bite of steak, she chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, then added, "Besides, he's leading one side in this upcoming war and you know as well as I do that you'd much rather hear what he has to say than the goody two-shoes who keep trying to postpone the inevitable."