He took her hand, confused by his current state. No woman could get so close, Poseidon was a steel wall. He'd longed for Demeter once and lost her. He'd captured Amphitrite and lost her. None of his children were around save a few that gave him any sense of authority. He was a lone shark in the water biting and slashing at anyone who came his way.
And yet...
He did not claw at her when she offered him her love and devotion. It seemed earnest. It seemed sincere. She was a troubled woman, he could see that in her eyes. It matched his own loss. "Love?" his voice was distant like he wasn't sure what that meant anymore. He'd had it once, now it was back, his heart ablaze in a way he was uncomfortable with. But he definitely felt something.