He's right, she doesn't know he's there, most of the time. In fact, she can count the times she's known he was there and the times she Thought she felt him there on one hand, and still have fingers left over. Three, maybe four, in all. She had no idea he followed her more often. If she did, she would wonder what he thought of the strange painted man in the graveyard digging up bodies, or the meeting she had with Zeus. If she did, she would wonder why.
She is associated with the moon, but she is Not the moon, not even to her Pantheon, but then.. where is Selene? She did not know, could not say, nor would she want him stalking the moonlit goddess.
As is her custom she left her home, made her way to the park. Her habits are written in stone most nights, she leaves past moonrise, goes to the park to begin her walk, and then continues on through the city, trailing the empty subway tunnels and finally ending up back in the park and then the tree lined street her home is on. Tonight there is a faint hint of something small and green at her heels. A bale-puppy, or at least the ghost of one, followed her home recently and has been following her off and on since. Her clothing dark, black from shoulders to waist in the form of a tank style bodice, a matching skirt that reaches her ankles and her walking boots. No parasol or umbrella tonight, just moonlight silvering pale skin and the melody to an unwritten song upon her lips.