"If he wants to play this game, what he's basically telling me is that there are no rules," she spat, finishing off her own wine and pouring another, larger measure. "He's so fucking miserable all the time, he has to spread it out to everyone around him. Fuck that. We are not just going to sit here and take this, and if I have to prostrate myself at the feet of Zeus (though hopefully that is the very last resort), I am going to make him regret this."