If he didn't look too hard at anything, it seemed normal enough. Drive Ares to a bar to meet his daughter, drive Ares and some other guy to a secondary location to rescue said daughter from another man, drive all of them to a third location, park the car, bring up Marcie's case. Put it like that and the strangest part was the rescue, but even that still fell firmly within the realm of possibility. Ares was a powerful man, of course there'd be rivals out there trying to get to him, and of course kidnapping someone like his daughter was an easy way to do it.
It was only when you added in everything else that it started getting weird. Like the fact that Ares didn't look more than a decade older than Marcie. Like the guy calling himself The Sheriff of Nottingham, and the other guy explaining it as we're English Folklore. That one of the gangs of New York were styling themselves as kid's stories blew his fucking mind.
And having funerals for teeth. Tragos had to admit, that bit was fucking funny. Reminded him of a time Barak had hit him so hard it knocked out two of his baby teeth when he was a kid, then Cy had stolen them and kept dropping them into Tragos's cereal to freak him out, morning after morning.
Okay, maybe those weren't comparable stories.
What kind of man admitted to wearing a fucking veil, though?
The night got a different kind of weird when he bought Marcie's case up, though. Two women answered the door, both of them draped in transparent fabric with coy smiles and half-lidded eyes and fully visible nipples. Maybe he should've seen that coming, Aphrodite's did sound like a brothel, after all. He nodded toward the case. "This is for Marcie."
If Tragos hadn't overheard enough over the last weeks to believe that Marcie was for-real Ares' daughter, he would have thought 'daughter' was some kind of fucked up hooker petname. As it was, he figured Ares was using the brothel as a safe house for Marcie while getting his end away at the same time. Made more sense than other things he'd heard tonight.
The women led him through the brothel/apartment and he set the case down near a bedroom door, catching Ares' eye. He figured with the way Ares was wrapped around the blond that he wouldn't be required anymore, but assuming what Ares wanted was a rookie mistake. He had orders, and his orders were to be around to accept whatever orders he was given, so he wasn't standing down without a dismissal.