Ares did, in fact, catch the woman's gaze as she looked his way and started to walk over to their group. He feigned politeness as he returned his attention back to the men he was speaking with but was very aware of every step she made as she moved over to him. Her fingertips against his arm had him looking down at her hand before following his gaze up her arm until he was looking into the brilliant eyes. Truly, if one was going for nothing more than looks, there would be no better match for Ares than Nithya Chaudhari. Yes, he knew who she was as he made a point to remember as many people as possible, especially those who he deemed to be potentially important for one reason or another. And yes, they would make some gorgeous babies between them.

He nodded to the men and gave his apologetic goodbyes as he followed Nith down the hall and around the corner before she stopped. He smiled at her as she explained her purpose for dragging him away. Observant woman. "Well, I certainly appreciate the rescue. Chaudhari, right?" he asked. "My apologies that I can't quite remember your first name." Lie.

"Unfortunately he's not doing well at all, chances for his recovery seem lower and lower each passing day," he said with a somber expression and sad exhale. Also a lie. He truly wasn't all that sad for his father's passing. Not that he was a bad father but that his death would only improve his own standing.

Ares was skilled at playing the part of a grieving son and he looked sad but hopeful at her words. "All the witches in the family had been doing all they can to appeal to the Goddess. I find myself doing anything I can as well but-" he gave a sad little shrug. "I don't know that they truly care to help a man...a beast." He had been turned a number of times in training with his sister and was as familiar with his wolf side as a man could be given that he wasn't really himself when he was a monster.

"Can you think of anything I might do to appeal to them?" he asked.

Ares didn't really believe in the idea of goddesses who could manipulate the lives of mortals either for the good or the bad. He had simply never seen anything that proved they were real and to him it all seemed like an imaginative farce that helped people feel purposeful in their lives. Whatever helped them sleep at night. So he was not fearful that whatever Nithya could do would actually work. He didn't want his father to recover and he was sure her rituals wouldn't do any good beyond perhaps offering some kind of hope to the old man.

"That's very kind and generous," he told her, placing a tender hand over his heart. "I don't want to be a burden on you though..."