There was seduction in her voice, Achilles knew that look and that style of prowess all too well. When she had that kind of manipulation written all over those honey-dripped words, Achilles knew she was headed for some consolation. The glimmer of her eyes towards the stage gave him an idea, and he let her have that little piece of victory. It wouldn't last.
"You vindictive little vixen," Achilles said his words sounding somewhat spiteful, but with a shake of his head once she took hold of his hand. There was still interest in that fire she managed to pull out of him, and she'd had that kind of power since the first time she laid eyes on him.
He titled his head as they came closer to a nearby table and took a seat. "You need no introduction, lady," he said near expecting her to use him as her chair. "As a muse you are quite intriguing, as a goddess you bite," he said with a raise of his brow. His eyes shot back over to Neoptolemus.