Twee hummed, nodding. "Yes, I think he's realized that it's futile to attempt to scare me off. But I've noticed that there's always a line he won't cross and yes, it's because he's unsure about what he wants and what he's doing, I'm fairly certain. I do wish I knew what was holding him back though. For no reason other than mere curiosity, of course. Though I have a feeling it might be the lack of fear itself - he's a predator, isn't he? And if I'm not the prey he wants he... is uncertain. I suppose that's better for me, then," she shrugged completely nonchalantly. "He won't do anything unfortunate."
When the car finally came to a stop, Twee unbuckled her seatbelt and tugged her gloves back on, buttoning up her coat in preparation for the cold. She laughed softly at Apollo, shaking her head. "I think I could do without being spanked," she said, "I've gone twenty-some years without requiring it, I think that's a pretty good track record. You can call me whatever pleases you, though. I'm not terribly picky about these things. As long as it's not 'princess'. One more man calling me that and I think I might throw a fit."
She didn't comment about the 'mother' comment because her parents had been little more than a decade old when she'd come around and her brothers followed not long after. She very well could be a mother twice over if she actually interacted with anyone enough to create something new. Or, you know, had sex. The idea that they might (probably) be doing that tonight didn't bother her, though. Not even with the thought of Viktor lingering in the back of her mind. She couldn't imagine him being gentle with her in any capacity (and he'd never given her reason to think he might be) and that was absolutely not what she wanted her first sexual experience to be like. Since she had a choice and since she'd jump at the chance to be with Apollo no matter what the contributing circumstances, she saw this as not only logical and practical, but something that would give her a good memory of it all as well.
"Yes," she said, "lets." And made her way out of the car. She supposed she could wait for him to come around and open her door, but that wasn't really like her. Princess, maybe, but she could get her own car door when it was impractical otherwise. She did reach out for his hand or his arm or whatever he wanted to offer her, though, just for the comfort of touching someone and being near to them. Touching Apollo always made the Song inside of her feel more alive and the lingering haze in her mind fade away to clarity.