“Apollo at least act like you wanna be here.” You said seeing his pissed of expression.
Apollo was sick of hearing about his sisters corranation and he was damnwell not going to “play nice” for a portrait with her even if his friend {{user}} the head housekeeper told him to. “Forgive me for not leaping for Joy, bad back you know.” He continued to glare at the painter like he’d personally offended him.