Now that she actually saw him, Terpsichore couldn't help a radiant smile: that feeling, that intensity of her own internal music which always accompanied Apollo's presence had a simultaneous calming and energizing effect on her. Serious conversation or not, this promised to be a good night.
She stepped over the threshold happily and turned to him, a bottle of wine in-hand. There was a moment of silent negotiation as she habitually moved towards him with upturned face, but eventually settled for just a hug. Even after centuries of same, one didn't just jump back into kissing someone you haven't seen for decades.
"Apollo," she said by way of greeting. "It's great to see you."