Me! [the other man offers quickly, almost tripping over his words in his haste to get them out.] You should be helping me--ack! [Canderous yanks him closer, cutting off his words.]

Quiet down, men are talking. [With a final dismissive glance, he turns his attention towards Apollo. He looks at the faintly glowing interloper, with narrowed eyes and nothing else. He's displayed a power that is casual, and that is impressive, if how controlled it is.]

If you were listening in, you should know that this idiot thought I could be bought to do menial dirty work, [he explains, voice steady and measured.] As if I don't have anything better to do with my life. I don't need any of your help to deal with this... insult.