Somehow, being quizzed about his sex life still seemed a lot more appealing than fielding far-too-curious questions about the Sheriff of Nottingham from the Muse of Tragedy. Wait— Erato? That rang a bell. Yeah, that night at the bar when Merlin wouldn't leave him alone.
"Think I've seen her around, actually, at Diogenes. Redhead? And she's... erotica?" That... didn't sound great when he said it like that, so he ploughed on quickly. "And Melpomene's tragedy, and you're epics..." This with a nod to Calliope. "Who are the others? I know there's a comedy." Clio talked about them sometimes, but he still had trouble keeping them all straight.