Iason struck her with his flat hand. It had a nice sting to it.
"You call that punishment, Greek boy?"
"Maybe you'd prefer choking on cock instead?"
"I'd like to see you try. That tiny chickpea couldn't choke a chicken."
He grabbed her, yanking hard. She yelped, her golden jewellery clinking. Her eyes were spitting the fire of the heavens, her grandfather Helios' light.