Although Triton realizing who Susano'o was talking about would make things easier to understand in the long run for the both of them, the storm god's temper wasn't satiated by the sound of his sister's name being said from a foreigner's mouth. They truly didn't have any respects at all, did they?
"That's Amaterasu-san to you, gaijin," he hissed, walking towards Triton to close the distance again to drive a clenched fist straight into the man's ribs. "I'm sorry about the door, I really am, buddy. Let me show you how sorry I am." Hands took a hold of Triton's shoulders again as Susano'o dragged the Greek off, his footsteps being echoed by the thunder growling in the sky as he went off to find a bathroom in the place.
A bathroom was good for two things. Of course, one was temporary relief and the other was hard surfaces. You hardly needed weapons of any kind when you had a nicely stocked bathroom with marble, tiles, or porcelain. If all else failed, drowning someone in the toilet was a good of an option, too.
Once finding the bathroom, one of his hands gripped into Triton's hair as Susano'o took a running start to slam the both of them into the door. Susano'o, no doubt, would take some impact, but unless some miracle saved the Greek from his cranium's inevitable meeting with the wall, anyone betting would put money on Susano'o being the more unscathed one.