“Is there anything I can offer you before I deliver you to your next patron?” Apollo asked, returning to lounge upon the bed and its pillows in his brilliant, naked glory. I laid beside him, just as radiantly bare. “Honestly, a bit more wine would do me good.” He smirked, an expression I hadn’t yet seen on him. “What?” “Nothing.” Apollo summoned a carafe and cups with a thought. “But if it is more wine you seek after this, we are headed in the right direction.”
