She was on him before he knew what was happening, and although Antigone had never been particularly strong she was able to put a surprising amount of force into pinning his arms down when she put her entire body weight behind the gesture. At first he thought that she was trying to wrestle him into a more submissive posture, and would probably be attempting to divest him of his wand momentarily, but then as she spoke he realized that he had misjudged her intentions. Not that her words alone would have given it away, but the placement of her leg was a strong indicator; no man could have a woman straddle him and have his mind not go to sexual matters.
Although Tiberius saw to his own needs on a regular basis, he had a very strict and traditional view of when intercourse ought to occur between a husband and wife. His visits to Antigone's bedroom had been as regular as necessary, as brief as possible, and occurred only when there was some potential benefit. There was no point in subjecting her to something she did not enjoy (from all appearances, at any rate) when he could just as easily take his sensual attentions to some two-bit whore with the same result (or a better result, honestly; although one might not believe from watching their relationship that Tiberius had any amount of respect for his wife, he allotted her considerably more protections in this particular area than he did the average prostitute, and he did tend to find sex more enjoyable and less of a chore when he didn't have to concern himself with things like whether or not he might be leaving bruises).
Antigone must have had some endgame here, and she had gotten it into her head that attempting to seduce him — however hamfistedly — would soften him up and make him more amenable to whatever it was she wanted, he thought. Either that, or she was hoping to distract him from something. She could not possibly be trying to initiate sex just for the sake of it.
He stiffened beneath her, but did not attempt to throw her off. He still had his wand in one hand and could easily send her flying should he need to, but for now he was hoping he might be able to talk her out of this ill-conceived charade by letting her know how fruitless her efforts would be.
"I don't know what you think you're doing," he said coolly and evenly, glaring up at her in the dim light from his wand. "You're useless to me, as a wife."
Although Tiberius saw to his own needs on a regular basis, he had a very strict and traditional view of when intercourse ought to occur between a husband and wife. His visits to Antigone's bedroom had been as regular as necessary, as brief as possible, and occurred only when there was some potential benefit. There was no point in subjecting her to something she did not enjoy (from all appearances, at any rate) when he could just as easily take his sensual attentions to some two-bit whore with the same result (or a better result, honestly; although one might not believe from watching their relationship that Tiberius had any amount of respect for his wife, he allotted her considerably more protections in this particular area than he did the average prostitute, and he did tend to find sex more enjoyable and less of a chore when he didn't have to concern himself with things like whether or not he might be leaving bruises).
Antigone must have had some endgame here, and she had gotten it into her head that attempting to seduce him — however hamfistedly — would soften him up and make him more amenable to whatever it was she wanted, he thought. Either that, or she was hoping to distract him from something. She could not possibly be trying to initiate sex just for the sake of it.
He stiffened beneath her, but did not attempt to throw her off. He still had his wand in one hand and could easily send her flying should he need to, but for now he was hoping he might be able to talk her out of this ill-conceived charade by letting her know how fruitless her efforts would be.
"I don't know what you think you're doing," he said coolly and evenly, glaring up at her in the dim light from his wand. "You're useless to me, as a wife."