Tiberius rolled his eyes when Antigone flinched away from him so melodramatically. It wasn't as though he had shoved her violently enough cause such a reaction. Really, he thought he had done the bare minimum in order to assure he had free reign of his half of the bed, since it wasn't as though his obstinate wife would have responded to him simply asking her to move (not to mention that his pride would hardly allow him to ask for something that she ought to simply know to give him).

"I intend to," he shot back, turning his back to Antigone and pulling the sheet up to his shoulder. He would have left it at that, except that when she spoke again her tone was so strange that even he couldn't help but notice and wonder what had gotten into her. She sounded... fearful? That didn't make any sort of sense. What did she think was going to happen? It wasn't as though he'd been threatening her lately, or as though she had even been very responsive the last time he had threatened her. When she'd snuck into his study in the middle of the night he had forcibly thrown her out into the hallway, which was the closest they had come to physical violence since the death of the thing that ought to have been his son, and far from seeming appropriately cowed by the gesture, she had laughed. So what had gotten into her now?

"What's the matter with you?" he asked suspiciously, watching her shadowy outline over his shoulder.