"Heeyy, Apollo," Willow said in what she thought was a low, sensual voice. Apollo didn't look up from where he was cleaning out his quiver after the Clayface incident.
"Hey, West," he replied curtly. Willow frowned and sped over to his side and started asking questions about the various trick arrows.
"What do you even need a boomerang arrow for, anyway?" she asked quizzically. Apollo smacked her hand away, snatching back his arrow. Willow pretended to look wounded and rubbed the offended hand pointedly.
"What do you need to ask so many questions for?" Apollo countered.
"Because you never tell us anything! I mean really, you show up, Mr. Tall Handsome Mysterious Guy with your resistance to my chatty charm, and it is infuriating!"
Apollo looked up, his stunning grey eyes meeting Willow's. She silently cursed Apollo and his stupid face until he returned his attention to his quiver. Willow's face reddened as he continued working with a smirk on his face, and she quickly ducked out of the room without another word.