Apollo didn't take his eyes off her as she mesmerized poor Topher, who was going to have some explaining to do to his parents in the near future. Watching her work was absolute perfection, listening to her use the promise of discovery and legacy to capture his heart. For the Muse who considered herself the most distant and cool of her sisters, her power over emotion and imagination was a joy to behold. Apollo leaned back against the wall, rubbing his chin, so proud of her, so turned on by her as she weaved her magic around the boy.