"Yes, it's good to see the city from a different angle," he took Hermes' offer to move by the window, taking a deep drink of the champagne as he examined Hermes' view. Well, Peitho's, really, wasn't it? Hermes had fucked his way into this view, which was, Apollo admitted, a noble way to attain something. "My penthouse looks out over Central Park, I'll have to have you over. Last time I hosted a gathering there was after someone threw me in Tartarus. Hermes wasn't invited," he added to Luna, with a wink. Just to make sure. Just to make sure everyone remembered what the little shit had done.
But he wasn't here for revenge, so he only let the statement hang heavy for a moment before he smiled and carried on. "I have plenty to be getting on with without my boys. My ego will survive it."