[ With a sceptic look at the insult in question, Apollo mentally consigns him to 'not a victim' status. Canderous might not need his help but it's a slow night. Apollo lingers. ]

Ah, menial dirty work, I see. Like tidying, washing, cleaning - right?

[ Apollo gives the Insult a condescending smile. ]

You're looking for a cleaner. [ His words are airy but measured, directed to the squirming man in Canderous's hands. Apollo crosses his arms and gives the Insult an indulgent smile as he adds confidingly: ] Sorry, but he - [ He nods towards Canderous ] - doesn't look like a cleaner to me. He actually looks like the kind of guy who'll break your legs and scatter the remains of your kneecaps across two blocks.

[ The smile remains, perfectly innocent, as he turns his focus to Canderous. ]

Am I wrong?