"Ugh! The audacity!! And how dare she call me 'sweetheart'!" Medusa seethed, her grip tightening around the phone as a wave of revulsion washed over her.
With a swift and careless motion, she flung the device to the ground, watching with grim satisfaction as it shattered into a thousand glittering pieces.
Dionysus simply stared at the shattered remains of his phone, his expression remarkably calm and impassive given the sudden outburst. There was no surprise or shock registered on his features as he watched the device crumple to the ground, the sound of splintering glass barely registering in the tense silence that had settled over the room.
