"To me?" The widen spread of her red smile frame peek of pearled teeth in an almost laugh. Not nearly as nicked by the crass of his invitation and all it's implications as another might imagine — a nice change, if her mood was complimenting. Again her eyes fall under raised brows to the stance he’s taken as if it to further question his confidence. She’s audacious. Enough so to lift a hand and touch her fingertips to his brow as if in benediction. To trace the contour of his face with her nails, feather light.
"Why did you come here?" Curiosity banked some of her usual fire. Made her study his face more intently. "Surely a son of Poseidon is valuable enough to escape being made a sacrifice."