“That and more,” she returned his smile, crossing the room with a sway of her bare hips to grab him by his top and pull them close together for a hungry kiss. “As ever.”
Outside, Tragos waited as instructed, his eyes still on Marcie. It really was unusual seeing girls like her in these halls, her designer clothes setting her apart. She didn’t exactly look cowed, but she didn’t exude the same sense of belonging here like his lady did, nor did she seem like someone that would be on the arm of any of Ares’ other men. He was curious, but he had a fight to concentrate on, and could not let himself get distracted, so he did not ask. Just watched, silently.