[He rolls around to get his legs under him, then gets up. He sheds a bit of dirt and leaves in the process. His cheeks and nose are red as his hair, and the expression on his face couldn't be called anything but a pout.]

You can only say stuff like that because you aren't the one being jumped by a strange wolf while you're asleep.

[At least, that's what it looks like. He eyes the dog with some reservation, then Apollo herself.]

You aren't here to punch me in the face, are you?