Apollo chuckled agreement. "That he does. That he does indeed."

Finishing off his Scotch, the deity flourished the glass away to reappear on the bar, he done with alcohol for the time being. He almost negligently procured a cigarette from thin air and lit it, inhaling a lungful of nicotine.

He gazed at Hyacinthe through the misty smoke and asked, "And have you plans for doing such, Hyacinthe?"