Poseidon had been completely comfortable until Amphitrite waddled out of her position to the door. He shoot a look to the intruder, but what normally would have been annoyed words laced with loathe, Poseidon groaned and rolled his eyes.
"It's you," he sneered but there was no bite. There wasn't even a growl. He stood though everything inside him told him to stay put. He cradled his shoulder with his hand, leg still stiff. "I've been shot, what the fuck do you think it is?" He said as he shoved the table out of the way. It had moved since he sat down.