If she was being honest with herself - and she always was - Twee knew that if Apollo was leaving it up to her, a little something would probably happen. Maybe not a lot of anything, but something. And sure, she was fine with talking, she could talk all day if someone let her go on and on about it. And Apollo always seemed to humor her, at the very least, when she went off on her long-winded and occasionally free-association tangents. He probably found them endearing or something ridiculously sweet like that. Just like Apollo - successfully mastering the fine line between asshole and romantic.
"There will be plenty of college adventures for you to hear about, I'm sure. I have a knack for getting into all kinds of trouble... in case you haven't noticed. The good news is, I don't run the risk of getting kidnapped by dragons anymore since the aforementioned dragon has decided to take it upon himself to, well, follow me. Not in a creepy way, I don't think. Well, he did snag my mail the other day, but he didn't take anything important, just my hard-copy of the student handbook. No idea why he'd want that. Anyway," she said taking a deep breath and waving her hand dismissively, "it's no big deal because I know he's there. He knows I know he's there. He won't do anything. And if he does, I always have my shining knight, right?" she smiled.
The thing with Zmey and Apollo was complicated. She liked both of them and they both knew about the other (Zmey had to, he watched everything she did), and neither had told her not to speak to the other. Neither had asked her to choose. So she didn't. Why should she? She was all about love and in her opinion, the more the merrier. Or at least the more attention she was getting the better. She was a girl who grew up with two dads and two brothers. If there weren't a ton of men in her life vying for her attention she just didn't feel right.
"Do you think it's wrong," she asked. "That you're... a couple thousand years older than me. I mean, there are students there at Juilliard who are actually older than I am. I'll be twenty-four this spring, that's all." She sounded thoughtful, voice soft and curious but nothing concerned or anything like that. "I just ask because, well, when you look... thirty-five and I look like a teenager, people see us a certain way and that's fine. But to those who know who we are, the gap is even bigger and I've just thought... I don't know, is there something wrong with that? I don't think there is, but I know other people do."