He let out a low hiss as he saw the extent of the scarring. A strip, right through the middle of her tattoos like someone had just shaved them off. He looked back up at her face. "Just some guy?" he repeated, searching for something hidden truth. So, not a god? Not Ares. That was both a relief, and also immensely terrifying and revolting. "How long were you-" She must have been in such pain. He covered the scar with his hand, feeling a hot prickle down his neck.