Apollo snorted again, becoming more saturnine, if possible. He downed the rest of his whiskey and slid the glass back for another.

"Oh, he has. And quite frankly told me he wanted no part of it anymore." That conversation had gone rather well, considering. Apollo's power was a force with which to be reckoned, but even he wasn't foolish enough to clash wills with a Titan.

Besides, he did love his uncle, even if he'd like to drop kick him across a few hemispheres sometimes.