Calliope looked up at his face. "So they say," she said. Her fingers worried at the fine fabric of her peplos, and it pulled the side split open so her calf was exposed. She shifted in her seat again.
"But also, of late, I have seen my lord Apollo look to me in a way that makes me... uncertain," she went on, and she dropped her gaze and blushed a little. "He is a powerful god, and he takes what he wants... not as roughly as Ares, but still..."