Ares couldn't sleep. He wouldn't admit that it was because he was used to far finer conditions than sleeping in a tent and even though the noble tent was as nice as one could make it, he still felt stiff and uncomfortable. There was also an excitement inside him that was making it difficult as well. His uncle had invited him to come along on this adventure and he couldn't be more proud of that or how it would propel him forward in society. He had no intention of squandering this chance.

Unable to get any sleep he decided to get out and stretch his legs. There was still a fire burning, though the embers were low but Ares wasn't hanging out in the center of camp. He stood near the tree line, looking into the forest and listening. There was a lot of activity if you took the time to listen. His concentration was interrupted by footsteps who hadn't seen him and he only just managed to step out of the way of the shape in the dark before they collided, his hand automatically briefly resting on the back of a shoulder just to steady any slipped movements and make the person aware of where he was in the dark.

"I suppose wandering around without much light might not have been the best option," he said with a soft, guilty chuckle.

Instinctively Regan grabbed onto the figure when his hand touched her, eyes surging with a glow as she grabbed his arm—as if he was a person on the run who might try to escape. Quite immediately she realized her mistake. A noble. Her hand dropped as she turned red with embarrassment, coughing a bit.

“No, sorry, just, uh, not paying attention. Which isn’t the best move…either...” She trailed off as she scanned the man’s features, face growing even redder in the evening light. He was handsome. Very handsome.

Whatever Ares had been expecting from the stranger, glowing eyes was definitely not on that list. They looked particularly bright in the diming light around them and his heart skipped a beat with the feeling that he could be in danger. However, getting a good look at her now that they were steady and hearing her feminine voice as she spoke an apology his heart rate eased once again, though not entirely. He knew her face, many did these days. The glow he'd just seen sparked memories of rumors he'd heard, rumors about the King's Huntsman and what she might be capable of that was even out of the normal for a typical witch.

"Don't worry about it, happens to the best of us," he said with a charming smile. She was beautiful but not exactly in the regal kind of way that most noblewomen carried themselves. She was rougher around the edges, which wasn't actually a downside, there was something about that which was intriguing too. However, given who she was and rumors to how attached her and the king might be...he wasn't sure how much he'd be willing to indulge in his interests. "Ares Bashar, at your service," he said to her with a slight decline of his head. "You're the King's Huntsman, right? Regan?" he actually couldn't even remember her last name which was another hint that she wasn't known in the noble crowds until she'd been given this position.