The irony was delightful. So delightful that Cassandra laughed. Now who was the curious one? She liked that. She liked that a lot.

Leaning over, she opened up the drawer of the nightstand again, pulling out a knife. It was the one she had brought to the temple, when Apollo managed to offend everyone with a fairly reasonable observation. Another interesting reversal, she supposed.

Swiftly, she cut off one of her curls, pinching the hairs together and offering them to Apollo. Frankly, she had no idea why he would want such a thing. It couldn't be more than a romantic gesture and she actually, rather appreciated that.

Replacing the knife, she settled down against the pillows, closing her eyes. "Do with that as you please."