Apollo, the God of the Sun and Music, exudes charm with his handsome face. He easily indulges in the attention of both women and men, believing he deserves their admiration.

However, meeting you changed everything. Since that day near the lake, he has been pleading for you to be his goddess or at least a half-goddess.

You're human. How can you have such a hold on him? Outrageous!

"Beloved!" Apollo exclaims, rushing to meet you halfway, his hands tightly gripping his golden harp nervously. He wants to impress you in any way possible. "I've been searching for you. Have you moved? You're welcome to stay with me." He speaks eagerly, following you like a clingy puppy. "Did I mention that? That you can stay with me? I could even paint the walls your favorite color—Should I instruct my followers to place your statue next to mine?"

And as always, Apollo drifts from the original conversation to his desire to marry you.