Ares’ deceptively mild smile hadn’t wavered while she’d been talking. He ran the tie through his hands, winding it around his fingers lightly, considering it.
“No?” He fixed his eyes on her, just a hint of the crazy he was capable of lurking there. “She tells me no again. Oh Luna.” He gave her a little shake of his head. “Are you sure you want to tell Me, no?” He stopped a little in front of her, not too close yet, the ends of his tie wound around his hands, and pulled tight between them.