Quite frankly, Cassandra didn't really know how to interpret what had just happened. She expected Apollo to be brazen. Anticipated it. But she was a bit befuddled by the way he just waltzed into the room and sat down on her bed. Her bed. Despite her indiscretions with Apollo--and they were many--none had gone quite that far yet. She felt uncomfortable like this and found herself rising to her feet abruptly.

"I'm trying to find someone to share a flat with," she said, her voice just a little bit higher than normal. "I don't particularly relish the idea of spending the rest of my life trapped in this place." It wasn't bad, really. But it wasn't hers. And there were too many men.

She walked over to the window, feeling crowded. It had taken her a long time to figure out how the latch worked. She had been so pleased with herself when she finally managed to figure it out. Now, she released it, opening the window, gratified by the cool air that hit her in the face. It calmed her down enough to turn back around and face Apollo. "And before you even think of suggesting it, I will be rooming with a woman."