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Apollo clapped as well, but knew that something was up. But the sog had been near its end. He glances to Dionysus and the basics of what had happened. Still, he forces a smile to his face as he applaudes and says his praises. Endymion really did have a gift with the instrument, something Apollo hoped that Endymion wouldn't give up.

"It was beautiful... Gods above, I hadn't heard that tune in such a long time... I'm astounded that both of you could learn that in one day!"

Persephone hugs Endymion, Adel, and Eros, thanking thm and praising them.

Apollo almost visibly wince when right after Dionysus had complemented him to his face, he went to pull Endymion to dance with him. But Apollo didn't own Endymion by any means. He was jealous, very much so, and for as upset that Endymion had gotten with him when he was jealous... well, Apollo felt almost cheated. But he puts on a cool mask of a smile and finds his lyre quickly. He begins to play an upbeat Grecian tune that had been a song of celebration and dancing centuries ago, probably around the time when Endymion first lived before he fell to sleep. He smiles, but keeps his eyes trained away from Endymion and Dionysus, unable to watch his ex-lover seduce the god he was head-over-heels in love with.

Apollo didn't do anything. Like a working class minstrel, he didn't say anything are even lay his eyes on them. he could see them from the corner of his eye and that was hard enough. He could only hope that Endymion wouldn't be lured into Dionysus' bed. He keeps his eyes on the taut strings of the lyre as he begins to play another Celtic song, a fast jig that danced throughout the air.

Persephone immediately takes to dancing, dragging out the shy Adel and giggling as she tries to get him to dance.

Apollo was a bit relieved to see that Endymion and Dionysus were no longer dancing, and he felt himself having a good time, sipping mulled wine between bouts of music. Playing the lyre, it would be hard to escape this role of musician to do much else. But at times he gazed at Endymion longingly, wishing to dance with him, whether fast or intimate. Just having Endymion's body close was a comfort. But he remembers the amount of times that Endymion has stiffened in his embrace, uncomfortable. So he keeps playing.

Persephone giggles at Endymion's first reactions to wine and begins to all out laugh when Adel walks over and asks for some. Demeter is quick to come over and forbid Dionysus from giving the children wine, even before Dionysus could think on the subject.

Apollo had just sat down for dinner and filled his wine glass again when he felt Endymion sit down next to him. He smiles and reaches beneath the table to take Endymion's hand, squeezing it as he smiles at the young god. He whispers into the other's mind, "You danced wonderfully... I want to dance with you one day... maybe when I'm not the one making the music..." He kisses Endymion's hand chastely, but then backs off, not wanting to make Endymion uncomfortable. He releases his hand and begins eating, pointing to things on the table that were particularly good when Demeter made them.

Demeter heard Apollo's comment about her food and blushes, modestly waving off the complements

Apollo blinkes as he feels Endymion suddenly lean against him. He wraps his arm around Endymion's back, steadying him some. That was when he smelled the rich alcohol on Endymion's breath. He had seen Endymion sipping at his wine alot that night, but hadn't been too concerned, since his own wine was light. But he soon realized that they were drinking different wines all together.
He sighs softly, "I'll only play for you if you give the wine a rest, my sweet-breathed god..." He cluckles, gently taking the flute of wine from Endymion's hand, "If you drink any more, you may seriously hurt yourself dancing..."

Apollo blinks, turning his attention to Dionysus, his eyes holding a look of disgust. He gently answers, "This is true... But he's never had alcohol before... You of all people, Dion, should know drunk people behave. And I'm sure Endymion won't enjoy vomiting all night and wakingn up regretting something..." He gently rubs Endymion's back before looking to him again, supporting his more-than-tipsy love.

Apollo glares at Dionysus' back as he walks away, angry that the god of wine could turn this whole thing back on Apollo. He stands up, seeing Endymion having moved off anyways with Athena and sighs, rubbing at his forehead. Sometimes he simply wished that hey were back at the hotel and he could seduce Endymion in peace. He utterly longed for the feel of Endymion's lips on his own, to feel Endymion clinging to him like he used to.

He walks over to Demeter, who was standing a little bit away and says softly, "I don't know what to do anymore.... He's forgotten all about what we had together and now he winces whenever I even touch him... unless he's drunk... And to top it all off, Dionysus has him practically swooning... I can't control him, but...." He sighs. "Waiting for this is terrible... I almost wish he would just come to me or reject me permanently... just so I wouldn't have to wait like this...." Demeter smiles sadly, rubbing Apollo's back, "Just stick it out, lover..."