Walker stopped when the chid of Ares stood up behind him and slowly turned around to face him. Sure, he was taller than him by about a foot, even when Walker straightened up, but if he felt threatened, he didn't show it. If anything, his grin grew a little wider.

"What's-a matter, beefcake? Can't take a joke?" He picked up a waffle from his tray, dipped it in the small puddle of syrup beside it, and took a bite out of it right in front of the other boy. "But really," He said with his mouth full, "I'm sure someone here would miss you if you died on a piece of toast or something." He couldn't get through that last line with a straight face. He was laughing at the end, but his eyes were sharp, watching and waiting for that first punch.