"So she's a pet, then," Artemis surmised bluntly. She'd managed to keep a pretty tight lid on her irritation, but it was starting to seep through the cracks now. Goddamn Hermes. She was sure he believed it when he said the girl was safe with him, just as much as he'd believed that it couldn't possibly bother her that he'd been breaking into her apartment to hook up with random strangers. The difference was, her apartment was stuff and this Luna was a person, so he could damn well stop pussy-footing around the language and say what he really meant.