The absolute nerve of her. Apollo leaned forward, placing his fists on the table, his weight on them, mirroring her posture. He was not about to admit to making a mistake, not to her, cocky mortal daughter of his shittest brother.
He wanted to tell her that Ares and Hecate had just been an excuse to come for her. That he was always going to come for her, right from the first moment he saw her. He wanted to paint the picture of the threat, vividly...
Only, she'd just tattle to Athena again, and probably Aphrodite. And Athena was already threatening to fuck things up between him and Melpomene, and his dick didn't need the problems Aphrodite could cause.
"One day, you're going to fall out or favour with your gods," he warned. "Ares will think you're more trouble than you're worth, Aphrodite will get bored, Athena and Hecate will be busy with some other crisis. You feel like you can demand things of me, just because you have them backing you now, but I promise, it won't last. And then," he straightened up to leave, but pointed at her stomach before he did. "Then maybe you feel a jab in your gut again, and wish you'd shown a bit more deference."