His own piece of Tartarus. Now that was an interesting little turn of phrase. Mina still had a hard time just going along with the fact that the man thought he was a Greek god. Or worse yet, that he actually was a Greek god. And it was the little things like that that made it seem increasingly likely.

"Yet more evidence that you would make a lousy pirate," she said with a bit of a wry smile. If he didn't like being confined to a small set of rooms, he certainly wouldn't survive in the hold of a ship for days, if not weeks, at a time. "Were you terribly crowded in that caravan? A lot of people in a confined space? That is decidedly the worst."