Apollo kicked the tarp over the lifeless boar again and wandered back over to the pasture fence, resting one hip against it and watching Adam out of the corner of his eye.
"A little more flattery wouldn't hurt, I like hearing how awesome everyone else thinks I am, but let's be honest here. You only care about impressing me long enough to get me to say yes to marrying my sister. After that, it's 'Apollo who?'. So please don't sit there and try to sound like you're actually dedicated to making me happy in any lasting way; it's insulting to us both." Tch.