He drank and waited while she showered, trying to find ways to capture a Greek, and avoid the repercussions of that pantheon. But really though, the little winged brat was getting on his nerves, and he doubted he was the only one. He'd have to take a look around.
"Stop saying you're sorry. Not your fault." He offered when she came back, wondering if she'd not worn anything to get his favor. He couldn't blame her, he was a fickle one.