Tiberius smirked victoriously. He might not be able to see much of her face but it was clear from her quick excuse that he had flustered her and set her off her game. He didn't care if she left for the powder room, or anywhere else, for that matter, because now that he'd said it he imagined she could not help but imagine it, no matter where she was going or what she was pretending to occupy herself with.

Antigone had liked it, in the heat of the moment; she had made it obvious at the time and had made no attempt to deny it afterwards. That was a rather useful tool he could use against her, though it had taken him until tonight to realize it. No matter how much he had disrespected her and how harsh his words had been, she had enjoyed the experience. She probably wanted to repeat it as much as he did, but of course she would never admit to it; it would go against everything he knew about his wife for her to degrade herself of her own volition, or even give the appearance that she was willing to do so. He had to take control of the situation as forcibly as possible in order to steer them back to that point — but he thought once Antigone knew the direction they were headed, she would follow without much protest.

"Hurry back," he said, his light words covering sinister undertones. "I'll be waiting."