Much fought a little internal rebellion of disgust when Marcie called the Sheriff her ex. He knew there'd been a... thing, happening there, but out of all the things he was not thinking about right now, that was one of the ones he was denying the strongest. It was just so gross.
He blew out a lungful, and raked his hand through his hair. "I don't know," he said, feeling the pressure to say the right thing. "My mates are really warning me about Ares, I think a friend of one of them had a bad run in with him. He sounds serious about it, so it probably was. And no one really knows about Aphrodite. I just... it rubbed me the wrong way, the way she said 'thank you for bringing her to me', like you were a package," he gave her an apologetic smile. "And offering rewards like, like you were something she'd lost, when she's never met you? I don't know. It's definite safer than you were, but... I don't know."