And there it was, throwing his position in her face again. She closed that distance between them again, digging her fingernails into his shirt, into the skin underneath it. "Don't you dare think I give a damn about you being an Olympian, you little shit!" When they'd first met Hermes had been a child, nothing more than a little brat running about when she had been a goddess of hundreds of years. "She is mine and any choices I make with her are the right choices, just like any choices you make with mortals are yours! Or have you forgotten what you tried to do to Erica?"