Inferring

Inferring

I looked at glistening streaks of oil he had splashed on the ground . . . Greek fire, of course. "Don't" I said. Nero grinned "good bye Apollo. only 11 more Olympians to go." He dropped the lighter.

The inference is Apollo is going to die (since fire lights oil and Apollo is standing in oil).

I glanced over at Sherman, who sat a safe distance across the pavilion, glaring daggers at Meg. a nasty red zig-zag ran down the side of her face. "I wouldn't worry," I told Meg. "Ares children like scars. Besides Sherman wears the Frankenstien look rather well." The corner of her mouth twitched, but her gaze seemed far away.

Apollo is trying to make friends with Meg by making her laugh but the fact she is distracted which shows she does not have the time to give Apollo the attention he wants.  The inference is that he will have to help her somehow in order to get the attention.