Apollo's look darkened, despite Calliope starting to close the distance between them, which was never a thing to frown about. "Tartarus," he said. "And then some piece of shit neighbourhood on the edge of Queens."
He finished off half his glass, just to get the taste of the words out of his mouth, but he thought it might take more than a $200 bottle of wine to manage that.
Cin's mouth, he thought, could do it... But he hadn't gone there yet.