[ Leon sits up even straighter when Apollo's hand starts to glow, even leaning back slightly in surprise before he registers that it's not a threat. Cautiously, glancing up at the other man's face to watch his expression for - permission, but also any sign that this might be a bad idea - Leon reaches out and gingerly touches the palm of his hand.

It's warm - not just his palm, but the light coming off of it, in that specific way that bright sunlight in summer makes your skin tingle a little. Leon's hand lingers there for a moment as he thinks things over, still trying to grasp what it all means, before pulling back. ]

Okay, [ he says, still sounding a little overwhelmed. ] Definitely not a trick I could do. I'm just a little stuck on the whole 'god' thing. I didn't think you guys could die? Or... wait, no, the sun's supposed to get eaten by a wolf at some point, right?

[ Wrong pantheon, but he's trying. ]