Tragos shook his head, but stepping forward he cupped her cheek in one hand, forehead pressed against hers. Whatever she was, he wanted her - he discovered the question he asked had been a question he didn't need the answer to.
He exists because people believe in him did not feel right. That Ares, Ares existed because of anything other than his own innate power was harder to believe than the idea that Apollo would return from the dead. Ares didn't rely on anyone.
But it was all still very, very huge. Tragos told himself to snap out of it and get on the with the job but... but he let himself take a moment more, and bunched a hand in the shirt at Marcie's waist, and held on.