Apollo was uncharacteristically quiet as the god of the Underworld entered. Hades always freaked him out, whether that was because of his domain, or just the man himself, he wasn't sure. He watched Hades, only pulling his attention away when Athena addressed him.<br/><br/>Standing, he walked over to Athena and crossed his arms loosely, leaning against her shoulder slightly.<br/><br/>"See sis, we can get along sometimes, and agree on something too." He laughed, ignoring what Zeus was telling Hades until he heard the god say he wanted to be alone. Looking towards the two gods, Apollo couldn't help but suppress a snicker when Hera was told explicitly to leave. Very few ever told the queen of the gods what to do and got away with it. Dropping his previous stance, and holding his hands up in the surrender position, Apollo grinned and began backing towards the doors.<br/><br/>"Don't need to tell me twice to get out of a meeting." He said.<br/><br/><br/>Hephaestus had left without a word when Zeus had instructed them to leave, he silently agreed with Apollo for once. He didn't need to be told twice, after all, it didn't seem like they were getting anywhere anyway. Walking past Apollo, the smithing god left the hall fuming. He would have liked to go back to the forges, smother his frustrations in the pounding of the hammer, and the scalding heat, but knew that they should stick around in case they were summoned once more.<br/><br/>"That went well." He stated, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning his back against a stone pillar.