"Are you going to strike me?" Peitho asked him with curiosity. "Only four men have ever laid their hand to me in anger, and all suffered a fate far worse than death." Not from Peitho, of course, but she was a woman with protection. Hermes was strong and Hecate was ever stronger. Neither of them would let any true harm come to their beloved Peitho.
Peitho stood, and her words were now just lightly touched with her magic of persuasion. "Achilles, I have no wish to make an enemy here of one that I've heard many great things about. So I say to you now, in all honesty, that I do not know who this Briseis is that you speak of, I've not seen her, and my husband certainly doesn't have her either. Now, I have given you more honesty here than your forceful request has deserved and I'd quite like to return to my evening of drinking. I'll, of course, pass on your regards to my dear husband." Her smile was gentle and could easily be mistaken for genuine.