A blink. A tilt of her head. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then, slowly, an impish grin appeared.
Triteia had assumed this was a family place so this stripper tent was more than just a little unexpected. However, it was not unwelcome. "I wonder if they're different from the ones in France," she mused, letting go of Ares' arm and peeked around him to catch a glimpse of where Triton and the others were.