Sighing she walked to Dionysus and took his hand. "We're going to talk." She didn't leave much argument, tugging him into the back and closing the door.
"You can't do that." She crossed her arms, "stop being your father Dionysus. Or worse, Hera. Theseus came here because he needed help, not to whisk me away. Don't be petty and lash out because you have a grudge. He hurt me, and I got over that. I forgave him and moved on. But if you continue acting like this, I won't talk to you. My door will be closed. Stop being threatened by something that can't hurt you."