She looked down at him. By Trojan standards, this could only go one of three ways, but Apollo was broadening his horizons, beyond Cassandra's experiences. Honestly, she didn't know what to expect from him right now and that put her on edge. "I don't know," she said slowly. "That sounds a lot like burning bridges, doesn't it? Going past some unseen point of no return. Definitions are so...definitive."

For a moment, she watched him play with her hair in silence. Apollo, unfortunately, knew her too well, she thought. Even if he hadn't been trying, he had unleashed her curiosity. As if she didn't have enough questions already.

Well, it was nice not to always know.

And terrifying.

"What do I mean to you?" she finally asked.