Apollo could tell that the Muse was tired down deep to her bones, and he didn't want to add to that. He remembered Clio's words regarding how Terpsichore had reacted, and knew that he wouldn't get very far if he pressed the issue. Instead, he chose to add a little more wine to her glass and just let her speak about whatever she felt comfortable with. There was no need to act like her father when she already had a perfectly good one.
"Surreal doesn't sound very pleasant. Still, the baklava being fantastic must have helped. And how have things been otherwise?"