He'd let her hand go after all. Good. She wouldn't have to worry about arming her other hand as well in that case. If she wanted to she could just hit him again with the same barbs. Maybe she'd leave them in his skin this time and let him try to pry them out. He'd only end up doing more damage to himself in the process that way. Yeah. Next time she was definitely going to do that.

She huffed again at the Mom and Dad comment and for a split second debated moving off to destroy something. However, she couldn't punch him in his stupid face again if she moved away from him. Some of the critters got a little louder as they were given attention, while others quieted down accordingly. At least some of the noise had died down. Ulysses probably could have gotten them all to shut up.

"There really isn't any good way to find out about this kind of thing," she shot back, crossing her arms as she glowered at him. It didn't matter when or how she could have potentially found out about this kind of thing. Her reaction wouldn't have been any different. Someone still would have gotten mauled.

"You're not going to make me feel any less pissed about this," she continued. It didn't matter that he'd only slept with one person. He could have fooled around with any number of other women. It was the fact that he'd done it in the first place after trying so hard to convince her that they were together.

And there was no way he was going to make her feel bad about confronting him, either. Or trying to access some kind of soft spot she might have possessed by making the observation that they were still having an argument. She turned to fume at the growing stain on his shirt, rather than looking at his face. Not because what he said mattered. It was because she wanted to. And because she was still proud of the fact that she'd managed to injure him.

"If whatever 'this'," she mimicked his gesture, "is matters so much to you, you wouldn't have been running around with other people."

Bacchus mentally sighed at his predicament seeing as it was obviously not getting any better any time in the near future, however she did agree to what he had said. Even if she wouldn’t admit to it she did agree to saying there was no easy way to discover this or tell her about this. Keeping his mouth shut about her agreeing with him he just nodded glad she was folding her arms and glaring at him. Bacchus had been glared at before he could handle the glaring. Still it didn’t make this situation any easier.

A giant hand reached up to the three holes he now had in his chest and he pressed his massive thumb on one of the holes. Feeling a sharp twinge of pain he felt slightly better about this situation. Masochist tendencies aside Bacchus wondered how far the nearest flask was he didn’t like handling situations like this. It was true it was only as awkward as you make them but Isabel wasn’t really giving him and struggle room when she was trying to stomp him down.

“Again, you didn’t really make ‘this’,” he mimicked her mimicking him, “seem like it was going to happen and clearly I made a mistake. Didn’t think it was going to happen but it did and I’ve had no complaints ever sense!” maybe he had one or two but it wasn’t with Isabel. Pressing his thumb into one of the holes his mind changed the subject back to pain and he felt a slight twinge in satisfaction that he could change his mindset to being on the defensive to something else that he initiated. “Just to restate, she was before we actually had our ‘thing’, I was still waiting till you’d given me the thumbs up for the go ahead.” Bacchus said pointing to the door where Lena left.

Already his mind started to plot out how to get back at the woman, a black widow spider would be a nice treat to run into in the middle of the night. Maybe even one of those bird-eating spiders he decided to burlap sack and bring across the border. Even if she made his powers weaker, didn’t mean she was invincible. His glare towards the door made it possible to peer into the mind of the giant.

Isabel tried to ignore the little game Bane seemed to be playing with the hole she'd made in his chest. With bleeding injures, pressure was supposed to be applied in order to try and stem that bleeding. Somehow she didn't think that's what the Giant was up to. It was more like trying to see if he could fit his thumb into the puncture wound and how far. Idiot. If he really wanted to salt his wound, so to speak, she could help with that.

However, for the time being she kept her arms crossed and settled for curling her fingers into the white fabric of her sleeves and trying not to tear the relatively new cloth. She probably already had a bit of blood staining it from her knuckles. This she blamed on Bane.

"God forbid I be a bit gun shy after the last time I tried this sort of thing and it didn't end well," she shot back, trying not to think too long about Calley, lest her anger flare up even more than it already had. She'd really be destroying the place if she let that nonsense pile on top of what she was already upset about. "And waiting for someone for that kind of thing doesn't include fooling around with other people in the meantime.

As for 'this', as he was so eloquently continuing to call their relationship, she wasn't so sure if it was worth the trouble anymore. All they ever did was yell and scream at each other and break each other's possessions during their temper tantrums. Really, the only thing that had saved the two of them from some sort of potential bloodbath was their ability to withstand an impressive amount of damage.

"You know what? I don't care anymore," she said, trying not to let it bother her that he was so intently watching the spot Lenna had disappeared from. Like she said, she didn't care anymore. It just might take a while for her temper to agree. "Go ahead and go do whatever and whoever you want. From where I'm standing, 'this' doesn't seem to be working out all that well.

Repressing a sigh, she took a step back away from the Giant, ignoring the mild chittering that continuously piped up here and there in the background and turned to make her way to the basement door. She was going to go hole up in her room for a while and ignore the world. Relationships didn't seem to be her thing.

He knew he was wrong, he always was. It was difficult being he; Bacchus averted his eyes and looked away momentarily back at the wound his thumb continued to play with until she spoke again. “That was then this is now, she meant nothing… you mean something.” Bacchus muttered under his breath but his voice carried so it was easy to hear. It wasn’t his fault her last relationship ended poorly no reason she had to bring that up or hold back anything due to someone messing up in the past. “Right cause that’s what I did.” Bacchus said coaxing on a bit of sarcasm. He made a mistake and that was the only one, it was before they were serious to him it didn’t matter.

She didn’t care anymore that was all he heard he looked at her and she turned and started to walk away. Bacchus blinked and his angered flared he didn’t want her to go he liked her and her company her temper tantrums the fact that she always resorted to trying to stab him when he cracked a joke. It made things interesting. He didn’t want things to change.

“Prefer it was you, love.” Bacchus said quietly just loud enough to hear the words above the chatter if she was trying to listen. “but… if you don’t care anymore…guess there is no reason to keep trying.” Bacchus said louder this time before he sighed and jabbed his thumb into the open wound again to distract him self from what was happening. It seemed it was time to give sobriety (all two days worth) a kick to the curb. He didn’t like feeling like this. He wasn’t one to beg, he was a giant these emotions he was feeling… it was best if he didn’t have them. It made him feel too vulnerable.

Dealing with the Giant was much more frustrating than it should be. He was constantly trying to make jokes when she was mad, and that just made her angrier. When it got to that point all she wanted to do was stab him or break his nose, and now that she'd finally managed at least one of the two, it made her uneasy. She didn't exactly enjoy feeling that way.

It also made her uneasy when his comments actually turned genuine and he let something slip in the middle of an argument that made her want to backtrack. Like that little comment about her meaning something. It was nice to mean something to someone in a way that didn't include her usefulness as a weapon or her potential as a paycheck, should someone turn her in.

She almost faltered on her way to the stairs. Almost. Her mind, of course helped her to recover by protesting that if she really meant something to him as he'd said, then he wouldn't have wandered off with someone else. She didn't voice the thought. It wouldn't get through his skull anyhow.

His continued sarcasm made her bristle. This time she did turn around. She didn't advance on him, though she wanted to. Instead she stood where she was and glared as she had been doing. She'd make it to her room at some point, it would just take a moment. "Yeah. You didn't do exactly what he last guy did. That guy turned out to be a spy and took advantage of that and of me in more ways than one. You just took advantage of my reluctance. Not quite the same, but in either case I'm still the one that gets the short end of the stick," she shot back.

She swallowed a bit hard and turned back around to continue her way up the stairs and out the door. Her eyes were starting to sting a bit and that just pissed her off. Saying what she had somehow seemed to make the two situations more real, to cement them in her mind and in her history. She didn't think they were something to cry over though, and so she refused.

She bristled a bit once again at the little name he tended to call her now and again. There was no place for pet names in an argument, but she wasn't going to stay and argue that point. If she had a retaliatory comment for everything he said, she'd be stuck down there all day arguing with him.

Her steps nearly halted as she made her way up the stairs and he seemingly conceded defeat. Apparently she'd won the argument, but she didn't feel any better for it. If anything that odd urge to cry got stronger and the muscles in her chest seemed to constrict. She seemed to have gotten what she wanted for the time being, but she didn't feel like she'd won anything.

She bit her lip and kept walking. She was going to her room where she was going to curl up in bed and stay there. She didn't know for how long.