Cassandra watched him, her eyes softening with each word. This was the Apollo she cared about, even if it was impossible to separate him from the charming Apollo who drove her mad. His emotions were on the surface and she could recognize them, each and every one, like old and familiar friends. He seemed almost...human.

"If it would make you feel better," she said after a moment, "I can glare and sputter some more now." She paused, her fingers slowly sliding across the bed until she felt his. "But you haven't really earned it."

He had shown her the vulnerability she was seeking. It seemed only fair, then, to protect such a precious gift. Silently, Cassandra stood up, crossing the room over to the door. Turning the handle, she closed it, quickly and quietly, letting the bolt turn back into place.