With Clio's revelation, Melpomene went cold. How many times was Hermes going to force himself onto Clio before she took a stand and did something about it?
She stormed down the stoop toward the pair of them and took Clio's face in her hands, her touch protective though her wrath toward Hermes churned inside her. "Clio," she said. "Let me help. Tell me what happened to him and perhaps I can use it against him. There's no point keeping his secrets, I'm going to find out anyway, like I found out all about your unstoppable Sheriff of Nottingham," she flicked her eyes up at Will for a second as she said his name, before turning her attention entirely back to Clio. "You two can slip away to your library and leave me to handle him. Let me twist his misery like a knife."