The tiny, willowy nymph jumped upon greeting, moving to half-dart behind the Olympian, who gave a shake of his head and laughed. It was a pleasant laugh (only if you knew him well would the disdain be palpable behind) Apollo never liked women who were too skittish. Turning his attention to the twins, Apollo greeted them with a handshake and a rough pat on the back.
"You will probably complain once I'm out of sight." Apollo replied, taking on a mock-mournful tone. "And you're both in matching outfits, good thing I can tell you two apart." Really, it was not difficult for him, but for others... well.
Jerking his thumb to point at the nymph behind, "Plaything." That explained everything, besides, the twins already knew the story, why waste time. "Now, tell me how much you missed me."