He wasn't going to chase her around, but he would come inside. It felt like an impulse that had to be acted upon. He must have looked taller to her now, because his figure didn't cower at her loose threats.
He stepped forward until he was on the stoop with her. He could slip right inside and she would let him because he dominated this situation again. She hadn't seen him with that confidence since Poseidon first dragged him here. Even then she had come at him swinging and he pushed back. Today, he didn't wish to attack if she came at him.