Tiberius had turned towards her and had his mouth open to respond to her comment when she suddenly transformed. It caught him quite off-guard, and he sat down quite heavily in his chair as she jumped back up to the couch. His eyebrow had raised in involuntary surprise as he did so, but his expression remained otherwise stormy. She was being petulant at this point. She was angry, and tantruming like a spoiled child, which was typical for her. Getting rid of the thing had been exactly what he'd been angling for originally, however, so if she was going to do so in a fit of rage, that was fine by him. He hadn't even known of the existence of this fetus an hour ago, so it was hardly as though he was attached to the idea of it. He already had plans in place to secure an heir, and he didn't need Antigone putting herself at unnecessary risk (or pointlessly ruining the life of her sister) to shortcut things.

"Well?" he asked dryly after she had changed back.