Ares kept his sunglasses on because he didn't want people to be able to look him in the eye. That and the slight hangover.
This holiday was shaping up to be just what he needed. After all that bullshit with Hecate, being here, with his wife, away from most of the expectations of his men, he could take a break and come back to them with a stronger footing. No more women fucking up his operation. He was in charge again.
Aphrodite had woken him up that morning with an absolutely stellar blowjob, which left him feeling quite mellow as he went about his day. They were about halfway through their trip already. Hopefully the guys wouldn't start getting bored. Trouble happened when the guys got bored.
When he heard Tragos speak, he had been on the edge of having a nap in the sun. Possibly a bad idea, letting his guard down in public like that. He just hadn't been doing a lot of sleeping at night lately. And last night at the bar had been a late one.
"Yeah," he said, sitting himself up a little straighter. "Speak, soldier."