Rosario's tightly folded arms didn't loosen, but she did listen, a small furrow forming between her brows as he spoke. The Muses, yeah, she'd read about them. They were gods of music like Apollo, though some of the excerpts she'd read made them out to be the backing vocalists to his lead singer, which she'd thought was kinda bullshit. But the ancient writers all agreed that he loved them; in fact, one source had described him as loving all nine Muses so deeply that he couldn't bring himself to choose one over the others and instead had vowed to stay unmarried forever. Rosario had gathered from the context that this was supposed to be romantic or something, though she couldn't see how reserving the right to continue fucking everything that moved was any kinda sacrifice on Apollo's part. "Why the frat?" she asked. "Why you keep on coming back to Columbia?"