"...Too be fair your hair was kind of ridiculous before that..." Damocles deadpanned as he rubbed at his chest. "If this were a real fight, you would not be attacking me." Not if she had any say in the matter anyway... "And don't get technically with me about 'orders'. You know what I mean.." Then the blonde sighed. "Our group do not get along Persephone. We can't stop each other for harassing one another. And as it were, I would have to report to Leto and not you." Though he suspected she'd find out one way or another.

"I'm going home Persephone. I suggest you do the same."