"She doesn't frighten me," Melpomene muttered into Calliope's hug, scowling. "She infuriates me. I hate her. Presumptuous, greedy-" She could go on - for hours, usually - but right now sitting back down was a more pressing priority. She clamped her hand around Calliope's wrist and pulled her back toward her couch, lowering herself with her hand on her belly. "Yes," she agreed. "He feels like he's getting heavier by the day, now."