The first thing that Much noticed about Clio was that she was so much prettier than he'd been expecting.
This probably shouldn't come as a surprise. He'd met two of her sisters and they were both really difficult women to look away from, both of them different from other goddesses he'd met... and Clio was different again. Maybe it was because he wasn't meeting her in a bar, maybe it was because he knew Stutely had really big feelings for her.
Maybe it was because she was the muse of history and her presence aligned to something fundamental in his genetic (mythic?) make up in a way that erotica or tragedy didn't.
Maybe it was because they were all going to do crime together.
Maybe she simply was that much prettier.
With a grin that spoke of cosmic uncertainty, Much rearranged his arms around the box of donuts he was holding, and double fingergunned her. "Sup Clio?"