Love struck

"of course. The most fairest of them all. The most beautiful. Only she is capable of mothering a god of perfection!" He spoke, with lots of pride in his voice.

" Wait, I thought Apollo was the perfect male figure? And 'mothering?' that sounds funny. " I said.

"Humph. I don't think you know the meaning of perfection. Perfection is love. It's sex. It's the relieve you get after coming back from a stressful work. Good sex is perfection. And there are no sexual desires without me. Imagine there were no sexual desires, this world would have been a boring place for all ye mortals." He paused, then eyed Artemis wearily,

"Though, I kind of pity those who reject the sexual desires, and stay untouched. I see them as hypocrites who fail to appreciate the gift that has been given to them by me. I mean, what use are your body organs if you don't use them. You cannot even experience the joy of a good orgasm." He said and I could hear the disgust