Alecto looked up, then. She could tell from his tone that he meant her bed. She hadn't slept in that room in weeks, if you didn't count the last night he'd had that girl over. She hated her room, and he knew it. It was the room she had grown up in, and while the familiarity was the reason she had kept it, it was also the reason she hated it. It, along with other obvious reasons, was the reason she much prefered to sleep in Amycus's room. It shouldn't have surprised her that he didn't want her that night, but somehow it did. Surely he must know she'd never get to sleep in there. Ahh, but he must have been too angry with her to realise, so maybe she needed to remind him. But if he was upset with her - and he most assuredly was - then he probably didn't care if she slept or not, even if he did mention a sleeping potion. The notion of him not caring was even more upsetting than the notion of him being angry with her, which was something she tried to avoid at all costs. Panic bubbled up within her once more. She wanted to argue with him, which she also never did, because he would accuse her of being difficult. The very small rational part of her told her he probably took advantage of her willingness to please him, but the much larger part of her that believed she needed him to survive always ignored that logic. It made much more sense to her that he simply did not know how he affected her, because to know and use it against her would mean he did not care about her, and Alecto doubted she could handle that.
The need to argue finally won the battle, but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, she lost her nerve and picked the least important thing in his statement to argue about. "I don't need a sleeping potion; I'll be just fine." It was indeed a lie, as Alecto knew that she would likely not sleep as long as Amycus was angry with her, because that was the pattern. She would do something, he would get angry, she would stay in her room, and then he would come get her when he was ready, and life would go on. It usually lasted only hours, but she feared it would be much longer this time. She had messed up big time.