Artemis only snorted. "After the way you treated Clio, you're lucky I didn't castrate you." Her voice was blunt and frank, without a hint of an apology. Apologising would mean admitting she was wrong. And, besides, it was the truth: she'd have come at him sooner if Clio hadn't asked her to leave off.
She took a hefty swig of the wine, considering the offer. "Yeah, okay. Be helpful to know who I gotta kill. The body still hasn't surfaced, so."