Well, really! Had it been anyone else, anyone at all, they would probably gone away with a face stinging from the contact of her hand. It wasn't what he said. She could understand that. The black hatred that filled his soul over his uncle pardon me, THE OUTLANDER was understandable, considering how much she herself had helped fuel it.
No, it was the utter disrespect he had just shown her.
It struck her, just then, how much he was like the man he had such a bitter hatred for. The quest for power, for revenge, had hardened some part of him. As it had Set. The same blood ran through their veins; was it really so surprising? And both of them thinking they somehow had control over her. HER.
No, she couldn't continue to think along these lines. She needed to squelch the notion of comparing her son to Set, or she might as well never have come here. And she couldn't betray her son again by letting the other god free without his knowledge.
So with a nod of acquiescence, she decided to let the whole thing pass. Too much was riding on this meeting to let emotions get out of hand. It could only end badly.
"As you wish, dear." She made a note not to use any name to refer to Set until he had seen her prize. "I am sorry to have upset you. Please, forgive an old lady for being so set in her ways," she added, lowering her eyes to hide the obvious twinkle they held. Alright, maybe she wasn't letting it pass entirely.