Tragos tried to weight up how likely he was to get in trouble versus how much he wanted something to eat. For now, he decided, eating could win. He could sent Ares a message when his hands were free.
And partially he didn't want to message him straight away because he didn't want Marcie to know he was dobbing her in. Didn't think he'd win any favour that way. He reached for a - he didn't even know what these were called but it had chocolate on it, and literally dissolved in his mouth. His face was perturbed. "Not your scene in there?" he asked, while he tried to work out how food could do that.