Refusing to ask for help when you need it Akeso could hear the sounds of physical labor from the street, and made a private bet with herself on whether Apollo was working alone or showing off for his fiance. That the god would know the moment she stepped onto his property was a given, but she didn't expect to catch him working. She only needed to see if he was alone to know whether she'd won the bet or not.
He was visible through the doorway as she approached, shirtless in the heat and looking every bit like a Mens Fitness cover model. The aesthetic appeal he seemed to have for everyone else was observed, intellectually, but Apollo's tanned muscles just didn't hold sway over her that way.
"Hey, grandpa," she called as she approached. "I heard you'd moved on from swanky offices, but I wasn't quite expecting this." Erato had told her exactly what to expect, actually, but that would never stop her from teasing him.