Once again, Erato was running from him. Apollo had to believe she was teasing him on purpose, letting him see her for just long enough to gaze longingly at her before she 'noticed' him and vanished into the crowd. She kept doing it. Pretty soon Apollo was going to need to arrange things in a way she... not, 'couldn't' run, exactly, but in a way that would mean she didn't want to. He didn't mind the cat and mouse games, but how was he supposed to make it up to her if she kept running?
He had plans she was going to love, though. Plans to spoil her rotten, plans to show her how much she meant to him, how much he adored her. Plans for the end of the night, though. For now... he let her slip away, and joined the young man at the bar. "Best not to chase her," he commended the immortals decision not to pursue, as he picked up another glass of wine for himself and looked the other man over. Oh he was a handsome thing. Apollo felt a pull of interest, and smiled flirtatiously over his glass. "Best to focus on somebody who is interested in being caught, don't you think?"