"You're being presumptuous right now," she said, her voice rising an octave or two higher than normal. Her eyes flicked to the open doorway. She was willing him to remember where they were. Somehow, she had the feeling he wouldn't really care. And after what had happened in the showers and on the balcony, that wasn't the most surprising thing in the world.

It had been her own fault, too.

"If you're interested in getting involved in city politics, I'm sure there are ways. But that doesn't strike me as your area of interest." Political games were meant for do-ers. Apollo was more of a watcher. Perhaps a leerer. Not a do-er.