"Kissing? Question mark? You don't remember?" Apollo asked, rounding the table toward Avery, flashing a smile across his face, because he remembered, and he was very tempted to slip Avery a few of the hotter details.
But who fucked who first wasn't the point he was here to make (it was just a smug little aside) and he kept walking till he was standing right in front of Avery. Avery wasn't short, but he certainly did not fill the space in the same way Apollo did. "I don't give a shit that you were in my room at the house," he said, with the flat calm of a very deep and very dangerous river, all hidden currents and razor sharp rocks beneath the mirrored surface. "But you tried to get into my apartment, and when you failed to do that, you followed Brody and Ruth. What right do you have to interrogate a six year old about me?"