Alex had come down to greet Wicked, but it was the new face which had drawn his attention He felt different. Dangerous, and powerful, and...familiar, in the same way the other gods had when he'd been declared Phobos. He veered off from his original course until he stood over him on the stair, just out of reach, head tilted.
"...Who are you?" he asked, with the casual boredom only a teenager could muster.