He was even ruder than the woman. He was gonna make a nice snack for her, maybe better than the woman. It was better when they'd be rude. So much better.
"Yeah but you're moral. It really doesn't matter what you want. And YOU do not get to call me a child little boy. What you can do is play nice and take the place of the woman that doesn't care what happens you. You don't get to say any of this to me. Not to me. I commanded armies. Huge badass armies and I was the best of the Gods. I was worshipped!! I had...temples and alters and now I'm HERE where heaven and hell and demons rule and I don't like it"
He was actually telling her to walk away. Telling her to what...saunter. "You think even if I wanted to I could saunter in these heels. Oh no. No no. I'm not going anywhere, neither are you. Thats how it works. I'm strong, I'm supposed to be worshipped, and you. You and your hero complex. You're gonna figure that out the hard way"