"Hm," said Tragos, with a slight smile. Yeah, her own place would solve things, really well, and that was a kind of help from Aphrodite that Tragos could accept.
He wondered, though, if he and Marcie would come up in conversation between Aphrodite and Ares. Marcie said she suspected, but didn't think she would tell. Tragos wasn't willing to trust in that, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Well, he could stop fucking Marcie, but he really didn't want to do that. With the hand she hadn't stolen, he tilted her face up toward his and kissed her, properly. Although, he was discovering that he wasn't against the shoulder and head kisses and stuff, they just weren't something he'd ever had before.