"I wouldn't ask you to leave your family," Apollo said, turning his attention back to her throat, tilting her chin up a little for a final soothing press of the cool cloth against her skin. What a gorgeous throat - a throat, Apollo was sure, that would feel much better if he could press his lips against it instead of a cloth. "They could all come, but if you'd rather stay here, I'll stay with you. Cy won't get past me. And I'd like to meet them properly, instead of just being watched through twitching curtains," he pulled back, giving her a wink.