Yes, that was good. At least he was listening. She pointed a finger accusingly at him. "You are my friend, damn you, you stupid saint."
Maybe it wasn't the best way to start this off, but it was as good at Euterpe was going to get. This was all his fault, after all.
"And I'm not going to let the fact that things have changed make that change as well. And so, whether you like it or not, we are going to stay friends because I am a fucking Greek god and we get what we want, you hear me? And want I want is you, and if I can't have you in the way that I want then I'll just have to have you in a less naked way."