He scoffed, acting like he didn't already know what was happening. "If I let you leave, then they will know. And that's bad for business. Which, well.. we can't have that, can we?" He smiled and stopped on the stair half way up, looking up at her. "So, no. I'm sorry. I just can't let you leave. Not to mention, Kronos would have my head on a stake if I let you go." That was more accurate.
He frowned as the air got colder and colder. There was only one person that could be there, and that was bothersome. "Come back down here, Hebe. Now. You won't like what happens to you if you disobey Kronos. If you think being asleep for thousands of years is bad...." He cut off there. Not because he wasn't finished, but because he was pushed back by a gust of frigid air. Air that he saw wrap around Hebe. Air that had a face and a single hand that flipped off the West Wind before vanishing, with Hebe.