After winning Apollo's virginity in an unusual bet, and after an ensuing, not altogether unrelated incident of arson, Aden leaves him sleeping soundly, more or less dressed, for the unpromising prospect of academic activity underscored by the infinitely more respectable ulterior motive of cherry chocolate cappuccino.

The diner is all but vacant at four a.m., dominated by the unrulily bearded philosopher at the booth by the door. "Over here, darling."

(Aden once won this philosopher's life in a bet. She has yet to claim her prize.)

He obnoxiously drinks coffee from an establishment other than the one they are presently patronizing.