Ares is watching. There's a cold, sensible fear in Tragos, and Melpomene takes his hand and draws him back on the dance floor to do what she can to melt it. He sends another glance up at Ares, trying to read that face, but he's too far above human expression. Tragos can see danger both ways - overstepping his place if he does and causing offence if he doesn't - and he thinks about what Melpomene said, about choices.
Okay, he's drunk enough that he can't remember exactly what Melpomene said about choices. She's a beautiful dancer though, and no one has ever called him noble before... so he follows her.
The way she dances takes his mind of Ares wrath soon enough, it's as though he can look nowhere else. She has her eyes closed, her arms in the air, there's a fluid motion of her spine as she swirls and dips and tosses her hair over her shoulder. Sometimes she touches his, sometimes she doesn't. Maybe it's the power around her, the honour of being favoured by someone Ares favours, maybe it's something else. All he knows is that he needs to be closer to this woman, because so long as he is, he can make great things happen.
As one song bleeds into another, he grabs her and pulls her closer, and she opens those eyes, dark eyes, knowing eyes. She keeps them open when he kisses her, too, and he's never believed in shit like souls before but, it's like she's seeing into something.
She runs both hands over his buzzed hair and whispers something that's instantly stolen by the music, and every bit of his body is desperate to know what it is because he feels like it'll give the whole world a meaning it never had before. He needs it, needs to know, and he reaches out to grab her wrist to stop her leaving but she's slipped away too quickly, and it's like the whole earth's dropped from under his combat boots.
Melpomene gives him a smile as she leaves and it's one that has such confidence in him if floors him. There are different ways to keep someone hooked, Melpomene knows, intrigue and promises being two of them, though sometimes it's the most simple things, like making someone believe that you believe in them, entirely, that'll make them adore you.
She gathers two more drinks from the bar and brings them back over, a happy buzz about her, and collapses down on the couch next to Ares with a satisfied sigh.