Good, at least he was someway familiar. A threat always packed more punch if the threatened didn't come back with a I'm sorry, who?
"Yes. And you've pissed off Olympus, with your relentless hunt for the truth. You're lucky it's me you're dealing with; some of my siblings are far less civilised than I. You could be dead already. You could be wishing for death, but I don't need to kill you—"
He said this mildly enough, in tone if not in content, but the second he'd stopped speaking his hand lashed out and grabbed Avery around the throat, pinning him against the wall on his tiptoes with a solid, immovable arm. "—Although I will, if you ever come near Brody or his siblings again. If you follow me back to my home again. Can you imagine how many people I've killed, in the last few thousand years? Can you wrap your head around how stupid it is to cross me?"