He laughed at her shallow threat until it hit a little to personal. A god of his magnitude, an Olympian of his nature didn't like to hear that their seed could be wiped off the planet. He didn't want to end up like Uranus and castrated. It wasn't a healthy outcome. Besides, despite Nike's intentions, Dionysus had already done more damage. Theseus might even be dead, that would have been the outcome Poseidon had anticipated. Theseus never could make good decisions.
He looked at her as if he were the one with the prize. "Try the Brooklyn Bridge." Except Theseus wouldn't be buried in the ground or even in the ocean. He wasn't even dangling over the bridge itself, he was locked away inside it.