Apollo smiled, pleased there wasn't any stubborn desire to refuse him getting in the way. "Because this is what I do, I nurture," Apollo said with the most laid back of shrugs. Because anyone willing to get on their knees in front of him and half the frat was someone he wanted to keep an eye on. You didn't want to just let that reverence go.
And because Avery knew Rosario, and he might accept Apollo's magnanimous generosity, which might encourage Rosario to accept it, too, further down the line. She had this view of him that just— ugh, he couldn't be having with.
"You're smart. It's a smart publication. What a match, right? Get a year at the Sentinel under your belt and you'll find other places will start getting back to you about interviews, too. First step to greatness, Avery," he grinned, pushing himself forward on the chair. "You want it, don't you?"