Ares is absolutely transparent and perks up immediately, his head snapping from his phone to grin lopsided at Issac. "Morning, Issac. Headed to class?" He props one ankle on his knee, folds his arms and tries to look as casual as he can. He also takes a quick moment to glance at which students are manning the table that morning, juuuust to make sure certain ones aren't there to see him. In this. Particular. Situation.

"Got your hands full, I see. No coffee. Want some later? I'll swing by."