He nods and shifts his grip on his books, smile warming into something a bit more flirtatious. (Never mind the fact that he's flirting with a woman from Narnia (?); he's gotten used to that part by now.)

"Definitely haven't met you, yeah. I would remember. I'm Apollo." That, in itself, is fairly obvious. He is glowing slightly as usual, his hair pulled back in a messy bun and dressed in a crocheted tank top that is conveniently tailored to perfectly show off his muscles. "I like the look."