Impressed, yes. Jealous, that too. Certain that Ares was a worthy opponent, certainly, but mostly Apollo was remembering Melpomene pressed between the door and his body, he fucked me in an amphitheater.
This amphitheater.
"Kicking your arse at your own alter is going to be really fucking sweet," Apollo said, also convinced that, if you asked the world who the better of them two of them was, he'd come out the victor every time.