Set held up his hands at Achilles' anger, "direct it to the right person kid. I'm not at fault here. My advice is still to kill him. It's what I did. And mortals generally stay dead." He shrugged then and rose, setting a hand on Achilles' shoulder. "She won't forget you. You two are tied to each other."
With a smirk he grabbed the wine and poured another glass. It was semi amusing to see Achilles so riled up, but he didn't want to get into a fight with the other man. Not when it was something he hadn't done. If it was something he had done then he'd be all for a fight. Not over a girl Set didn't even have interest in.