She smiled and took out her own phone, "please." She wasn't Hera, to toss away children like they were nothing, to use them in the great game the Olympians played. She'd nursed her little boys, all three of them, and had seen them walk and smile. It was her weakness, and she didn't care. They were blood of her blood and flesh of her flesh. If he wanted to hold this over her, he could.
He hadn't really told her anything she wouldn't find out in her own time. She put in the number without issue before sparing a glance at the time and her empty glass. "I must go. I have an appointment with a photographer. I model now." she shrugged, and was glad it was not a lie. Her agent would probably call soon to remind her. "It was a pleasure fair King."