Theseus was highly skeptical of Phaedra. She was conniving. He was pretty sure she had some sort of plan in place to bring him to his knees. He hadn't seen her since she bolted out of soft after using him as some landing spot. She mooched off his money and all his resources at the time. He now had nothing of value for her to take, so this "surprise" of hers he knew had a catch.
He should have been more happy to see his boat standing proudly at the docks practically unscathed. He'd assumed it was at the bottom of the ocean by now. The closer he came he saw that little foxy ex-wife of his perched on the dock as if she were a cat that had just killed a bird. He didn't give her a warm smile, he just stepped on board, touching the railing as if it was the first time. "Am I supposed to thank you for a job well done?" He wasn't the same man she'd left behind.