Tragos was fully expecting to get in trouble for this.
Tell Ares he answers to me. Oh no. Oh fucking hell. No way he could tell Ares that, but no way he could deny Melpomene, either.
Swearing constantly in his head, he'd left the car he was working on. She'd said it would be for a couple of hours, he could make up that time later tonight. Meant he'd be leaving the chop shop way too late to see Marcie, though, but at least her days were no longer numbered. Maybe he could slip in an hour with her tomorrow. Slip into her for an hour. Mmmmm.
Besides, Melpomene called for him. That struck a special note inside him. The gratification of being chosen.
He owed her. Even Ares had said it! You owe her your obeisance-
So here he was. Looking at a man in pyjamas with stale beer on his breath. Okay...? "Tell Melpomene I'm here," he said, assessing the guy with his eyes.