"I am too old for romance, and you're too jaded for it," Apollo pointed out, thumb still brushing against her skin.

"Too wise to woo peaceably, I heard someone say in the marketplace the other day. I like it, I think." He looked at her curiously, one eyebrow raising. He could be wrong, of course. It wasn't unheard of--rare, but not unheard of.

"Unless you want romance?"