Hermes eyed him quizzically. "You must be, let me see ... don´t tell me... Apollo, right?"
Not to be recognized was a new experience for Apollo and one that he found he didn´t quite like. Being spoken to in superior tones by a day-old baby was another on his list of least favorite experiences. He was about to crush this cocky little squirt with a cutting remark and possibly a swift right hook to the chin when he found himself facing a dimpled outstretched hand.
"Put it there, Pol. Delighted to meet you. Hermes, latest addition to the devine roster. You´ll be my half-brother. I think? Mother Maia here took me through the family tree last night. What a nutty bunch we are, eh? Eh?"