Much made a squeaky, strangled noise, the kind of noise a person might make if they were asking 'Marcie, what are you doing?' with their mouth tightly closed. She'd already almost died once!
"An apology?" Apollo laughed in surprise, though the laugh hard a sharp edge to it. "I suffered two deaths, because of you and your lover, and the pair of you have only paid with one. You should be counting yourself lucky I lifted your curse at all."