"Last I checked, we're not in Greece. And, so I'm a 'troop' now, huh?" he asked, amused. "Does that mean I get one of those big helmets with the fuzzy crest on it like in 300?"
He settled down lower in his seat as the Michigan forest sped by outside. "I may know war-- but if you wanted discipline, boy, did you ever come to the wrong guy," he said. He took a closer look at Triton next to him. "Something's bothering you, I can tell-- and it's not just me getting on your nerves, but something deeper. What gives?"