"Brilliant, you can see it when its fresh and new," Apollo flashed his eyebrows at her. "I've been there two weeks. You can come to a party this weekend, and compare it with what I will have accomplished in a year. Blow your mind," he winked at her.
Hmph thought Melpomene, annoyed: He knew what Erato meant when she asked about what he was building. Stupid, literal Ares. She raked her hand through her curls, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I imagine it will be magnificent," she said, and he turned back to smile at her too, though his eyes dropped to her neck. Revealed by the tossing of her hair was a bite mark, fresh.
Apollo raised his eyebrows and ran his fingers over the mark. "What's this?" he asked, thinking, if Ares had been fucking her while he was fucking Aphrodite, he was going to be really annoyed.
"That," Melpomene said. "Is one of my secrets. I wasn't just talking about the Symposium when I told you you'd missed a lot."