The Ring
There were two things Phoenix had in common with Napoleon. One was his skill for composing and executing plans. The other was his tendency to keep a hand hidden in his jacket at all times. His left hand to be precise.
Apollo had only a moment to take in the rare sight of the unmasked hand before he noticed something else. A ring. A golden wedding band.
"You're married." Next came the obvious question. "To who?"
Phoenix smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"