It's been years since someone has treated him like this. He can't help but find it fondly charming, and he directs their path towards the mansion and habitation. "It's obviously no nunnery," he says, amusement clear in his voice. "But it's a --decent enough place most of the time. Strange, sometimes, but...better than where we left, for most of us." He falls silent for a moment, leading her through the twisting pathways of the woods until they come along to the edges of the hedge mazes. (Thankfully, they don't look too menacing today.)

"Oh -- I forgot, I'm sorry," he adds, looking sheepish. "I'm Apollo."