That was an insult to Achilles. "You know who Patroclus is," he gritted his teeth. "Then you should know who Achilles is." He took her glass, sliding it from her so that her attention wouldn't be cast aside again. He wasn't going to play this nice if she continued. "I have no patience for you fickle gods. We are not your playthings. Briseis is a friend who last contacted your husband. Where is he?"