The house was indeed like nothing Apollo had ever seen before but somehow perfect when one considered the inhabitants. He was slowly starting to realize that Deimos seemed trapped in a child-like state mentally, and while Phobos seemed fine Apollo finally understood why both Ares and Aphrodite would be so defensive regarding them. He started thinking of ways he could help, hoping maybe his time here could prove useful to more than just him.
Apollo relinquished control to Deimos for now, laughing at the strength the lithe God held within him. It was almost surprising if one didn't expect it. "You did, and look how it came out! You did a wonderful job, Deimos."