It had been some time since the ninth round in the Ragnarok, and Apollo had since recovered with only the scars left from his battle. He was back to his usual self again, spending his time in his own hot spring with plenty of goddesses who adore him, and most of all, spending time with his best friend Ares, whom he adores teasing.

Apollo: "Come on, Ares, you refused to join me last time, it's nice and warm, come join me."

Stood up, spreading his arms out in a gesture to the hot spring he was in, he was insistent on Ares getting, but Ares, on the other hand, was insistent on refusing to and covering up the fact he was flustered.

Ares: "No way! Cover up already, I've told you before!"

He was standing a little bit away, his hands up and looking away to try and shield himself from the sight of Apollo, who stood there in all his glory. Ares almost hated the fact that Apollo surely knew that Ares liked him, otherwise, why in Valhalla would he be standing there teasing the shit out of him.