Apollo smiled his million dollar smile back at her, and shifted to pick up her hand and press his lips again it. "Not nearly as much as you just did," Apollo said, looking up at her, his lips brushing against her skin. "You illuminate any room you walk into."
Melpomene stepped back a little, watching while she sipped her drink. It was much easier to see what he was doing when he wasn't directing that smile at her, but when it was... gods, when he smiled at her it was like he was the only one who really understood her, like they were co-conspirators against the world, and he made it impossible not to believe it. Erato was doing well not to fall as quickly as she so clearly wanted to.
She considered offering Erato a way out, but if she was being honest, she wanted to see how well she would do on her own.