"Go right ahead." Poseidon would rip her a new one. "But if you don't want these marks on you, I wouldn't push it." Now he'd really gotten himself tangled. She had him by the neck and the balls. He held his chin up but her grip was tight. He could lose everything below the belt with the wrong move. So he kept still.
"Grip's a little tight," he tried to smile but it was lost with the oxygen to his brain.