Alecto crumbled at his tone. She was rethinking the idea that he didn't know exactly what to say to make her do what he wanted. He was so good at it, that he must know. That made it worse. "No," she answered, but it was barely audible; she wasn't even sure he heard her, but the way in which she hung her head, letting her hair fall over her shoulders, should have been answer enough for him. Alecto stood up, her usual good posture nowhere to be found, and headed out of the room. She stopped, however, when she reached the door, and turned to look back at her brother, like she wanted to say something. Deciding she didn't have anything she'd like to say to him, she turned on her heel and hurried away, up to her room.