"Well, that's why I think we should talk." A pause, and then in a rush of unusually fumbled worlds "I also don't know what you expect but I haven't been--not with other--there hasn't been anyone else because I didn't want you to think--"

Apollo groaned inwardly. What was he doing? He was a god. He didn't owe her any explanation or any fidelity and he certainly wasn't this thick-tongued, rosy cheeked shepherd boy he was doing such a good impression of.

"Forget it."