Sam had not been expecting that sloppy kiss and it was more of a testament to how tired than his restraint that he didn't turn and deck the cocksucker. Apollo had had his fair share of men in his day though he preferred the female form of late, he was hardly homophobic, but OH UGH! Being touched by Pan was enough to make him want to scrub his skin was harsh chemical cleansers, getting kissed by him made him want to boil himself until he was clean again.
Releasing the scrawny lunatic, Sam scrubbed his cheek clean with the hem of his shirt. "You ever do that again, I will put you in a grave permanently. Gods, who knows what kinds of diseases you carry!" Sam wailed. When he thought he'd cleaned his cheek enough he moved next to Hilde so that there'd be some distance between him and Pan. "It's good to meet you Hilde. Please feel free to mace him whenever you like. He doesn't even have to go after you; just get him because he exists."