Tragos squinted a little harder at the couple, trying to figure out what she saw in him. He'd been so weird. So hard to get a reading on. Tragos would have dismissed him entirely, only Ares had invited him into the car, only Much had info they hadn't. Wouldn't've been wise to dismiss him entirely.
His first thought was that Much was an idiot for turning her down, because, uh, look at her. His second was that Much wasn't totally an idiot after all, cos she was Ares' daughter and maybe should be off limits. (Should be. Should be. Didn't stop him still feeling the imprint of her hand on his arm.)
He refrained from commenting, but unlocked the car and climbed in, finishing the drink of punch and leaving the cup rolling empty on the ground beside the car. "Want music?" he asked, gesturing at the sleek stereo system, as he took the opportunity to message Ares Marcie's @ the car with me, making sure Marcie didn't see his screen.