"I do not strike women," he was better than that. He would not become the sort of man he despised even with his anger. "I do not say that to appease the gods you hold on your leash." He was getting insulting though, his anger was not going to let him put a clamp on his mouth.
"I wish to speak to Hermes himself then." Did he trust her? He shouldn't but there was honey in her words. Silently he called to Polyxena with his eyes to quicken over if Patroclus wouldn't.