Apollo nodded, his smile quietly proud; yeah he had done all those things, and yeah, he was thinking, she could do all those things as well. Or her own versions of them, whatever wonders they were going to be. "There obviously is," he said, and then nodded down at her phone. "You'll want my number, then," he offered – though it wasn't so much an offer as an obvious statement. Of course someone writing a piece about his dad would want to balance that out with some kind of comment from his son. It wouldn't be much of a story if it was just a bulletpoint list of facts. "For the story."