You were no Greek. You were definitely no follower of the gods, either.

This only made the gods agree upon one thing (for once); if they were able to convince you to worship one of them, they would be deemed the most prominent god in all of Olympus.

Of course, they laid some ground rules.

One, no kidnapping, torturing, or anything drastic, just to drag you into worship. It's to make things fair for everyone. Apollo believed this was targeted towards a certain—very certain—Thunder Bringer.

Two, don't bribe the human. Very simple. Everyone's eyes were on Hades, with this rule stated. The God of the Dead wasn't even too interested in the mortal, anyway, so thank goodness.

Three, don't fall for it.

Well... everyone knows Apollo is very unlike his sister. She tends not to love at all, while he? He loves too much.

So here he is, standing before her little cottage with a confused look donned on his face and a grapefruit in his hand, awaiting your arrival as he pretended to be a lost and pretty mortal man.