"Maybe he's doing better now." But Clarisse can tell that he doesn't want to talk about it, so she doesn't push any further.

"He's the god of war," but she said that already, right? The whiskey's making her a fucking blabbermouth. "He's huge and strong and a great warrior. He has..." Hm, how to say this. "Really high expectations for us. His kids. But he has a lot of kids with different mortals, so he's not around much."