As he should be. Antigone didn't come from a long line of Happy Fairy Princesses, and though she may have been born yesterday not-so-long-ago, she had quite the upbringing in cruelty and destruction. Thank you very much, Daddy. Loki. Anton. Anteros. Apollo. Uncle Ares. Aunt Eris. Yadda, so on and so forth. It wasn't something she drew on often, but when she did, it wasn't pretty. Fun? Maybe a little, but definitely not pretty.
Watching Kitt scoot back, her other eyebrow raised to match the first and she crooked a finger at him. "No. Don't move away." Her smile held no humor because, well. She wasn't amused. She didn't need to see the marks on his neck to know they were there. At the very least, it explained why Kitt felt the way he did. "You don't have to tell me. I'm sure I could find out on my own. Of course, I'll be even less unhappy then, and I won't feel like discussing it alone, but you might be right." She softened her smile. "I want to know who, Kitt." A pause, and there maybe have been a bit of tenderness in her next sentence. "And why."