Listening to Ate as he watched the house to try and pick up a pattern of movement inside, Apollo briefly considered how unfair this was. Poor little Daphne probably had no idea he felt slighted, especially since just a few months ago she could barely stand to hear his name and now she seemed relaxed enough to offer him hunting tips. Still, to Apollo that wasn't enough.
To this day, the curse Eros placed upon him still flared up from time to time, and when those moments came he found it unthinkable that anyone could be more important than he was in Daphne's eyes. The love she showed for Artemis, the concern for Echo; both were sweet but where was the devotion to her Nymphagetes? She owed him at least that, though as far as he was concerned she owed him far more.
Tilting his head to whisper to Ate in a conspiratorial manner, he grinned. "Would the dog fuss to much and give us away?" He wanted to attract as little attention to them as possible, at least until it was far too late for anyone to do anything.