Tiberius had been expecting this, or at least something akin to it. Antigone could never just do things the easy way; she insisted on fighting even when there was no point to doing so and nothing to be gained if she won, which she never did. The fact that he had seen it coming, however, did not make him any more inclined to be charitable in his response, not when she had attempted to kick him out of the one bed in the room. It didn't make it any better, either, that she had no possible way to actually make her ornery retort a reality. The attitude alone was enough to incense him.

"The hell I will," he snapped irritably. "This is my room, and you're my wife."