They'd have me reborn even if I declined that delightful, gory ritual. As for Ares? Well... At least he didn't bring his bombs into play. He used his sword, fireballed a winged guy and got some charred meat on me. In fact, I'm still flattered I got to fight with him at all. Fighting alongside Ares would be an honor for anyone, but I'm horribly enamored with your family and all the stories thereof.
And just to let you off easy, I'll simply agree, but only superficially.