Artemis blinked at him. "Uh, when did I say I'm not?" She had to pause for a moment to rein in her tongue, because, gods of khaos, she could go on at length about all the ways she was mad at Peitho, but then that would be the conversation and he'd forget all about everything else.
(That was assuming he didn't forget all about it anyway the moment he walked out the door, which... let's be real, he was probably gonna.)
She folded her own arms and looked him dead in the eye. "I'm mad at Peitho because she put a young mortal in a situation she couldn't possibly consent to with a violent unstable asshole. You're mad at Peitho because she hurt your beloved pet. Tell me I'm wrong."