"You probably did," Apollo confirmed regarding her feelings on the party. "But I didn't stick around long enough to find out." And for good reason, too.
As for Naomi, her expression was as bland as ever while Aleksa explained what Freyja had told her about the party. Unfortunately for the blonde, Apollo cared just as little. Thinking about the whole ordeal just made him feel tired, if he was being honest. She did have a point, though.
"Yeah," he shrugged, "I guess so. But it does mean that people are watching me more than I'd like."
Naomi smirked, tilting her head at him before sliding her gaze toward Aleksa. Then her eyes narrowed for a moment before she relaxed again and commented seemingly-casually. "You act like people don't pay attention to you regardless. You can't claim you haven't noticed, Zabini."
He frowned at her, shaking his head a little. "I don't pay that much attention. Should I be worried that you're paying too much attention, Naomi?" And, in truth, there was a bit of warning in his tone. He didn't trust any compliments coming out of her mouth. Ever.
"No, no. I'm just saying. You aren't exactly horrible to look at. And people have noticed."
Rolling his eyes, Apollo looked away - towards Aleksa. "Brilliant." As if he would want someone to want him just because of how he looked. That hadn't mattered to Lily. At least, not nearly as much as everything else. He wasn't even the sort to feel cocky about his appearance, either. But this wasn't what he wanted to talk about. It just made him angry. "Look, can just.. not? I may head upstairs if you two want to talk about the party. I've got stuff I could work on, if so."