Theseus had texted Nike way before this meeting. He wasn't going to come unarmed, and victory in this case was literally on his side. He wasn't weak or the coward he used to be, but Nike's presence would possibly make this go smoother or just hound home that he wasn't a single guy anymore.
Theseus put his hands on her wrists and pulled them away from his jacket. "No, Phaedra. I'm not that guy anymore." (Reply to this)(Parent)