Forgive me. [ Ares takes a moment to sound sincerely apologetic. His hand resting upon his armor's breastplate as he bows his head just slightly. ] It was rude of me to tell Death Incarnate how the realm of death works. My mood has soured completely due to being so limited here, but that does not mean I should speak poorly or expertly on matters I know little to nothing about, Thanatos.

[ He respects the Chthonic God far too much to step so figuratively but firmly on his toes. ]

Still, if you say I should show caution, then caution I shall show. [ His hand drifts away from how he has it pressed against his own armor. ] War will not run rampant in the streets of the dead. [ And, in truth, he is not sure he could bring his brand of carnage and destruction to this place.

He gets the feeling that he could manipulate the feelings of some to yield to the desires of bloodshed, but not enough to bring true battle.

Irritating. Very irritating.

But that does not mean he should be as discourteous as he was before. ]