[Dionysus' voice catches his attention, diminishing that lingering effect from the petals. Ares turns to him, recognizable but devoid of his divine traits and armor. To any bystander watching, he was merely a man that wished to explode this cherry tree for no reason at all.]

I am calm, dear brother.

[He says this insistently, though it isn't entirely true. He'd done a lot of work to restrain his destructive impulses - a necessary thing to be able to exist among his divine brethren on Olympus. Here he slipped a bit, but who among them hasn't done a little smiting?]

This tree had been cursed with unusual effects. It would be unwise to leave any part of it standing.

[The tight and eager grip on his swords suggests he wasn't quite finished. There is still a tree stump to obliterate.]