She slammed her hands on the table, with a little more force then was truly necessary. "No. You won't." Angry now she turned to him. "I am not your possession, for you to decide what I can and cannot do. This is not Olympus anymore. I will do as I please."
"I get to decide who is my friend and who is not and if you lay a finger on him," she narrowed her eyes, "you'll never see me again. I swear that on Styx." She'd been married to him for a long time, and before that been royalty. She could just be as manipulative if she needed to be. And she knew he'd take the unbreakable vow seriously.