She knew his body language likely far too well for her own good. Others might be wholly unnerved by his ability to be so unmoving; she generally found it calming, as the rest of the activity all around her was so loud most of the time, even if others could not see it. Her best guess as he closed the gap between them was that he was swallowing whatever remaining anger he was holding onto regarding Helenus. They had never gotten along for one reason or another, and Melinoe had always assumed it was because he wasn't of the Underworld and their ilk.

'You have nothing to do with me, other than your father having me seek you out', he'd said. Her gaze had locked with his when he had turned away from the wall moments before--it was the shift in his voice that made her pulse race just a little faster, and made her expression just a little softer.

Melinoe could not decide if this was good or bad.

"Phonos," she sighed, seeking some semblance of an answer to everything in his eyes. "I--" What, Melinoe? What could you possibly say to him that hadn't been said before? She bit her lip before continuing. "I thought a limited relationship with you was what you wanted. No more questions from me. No more arguing..." She grew silent, wondering just where any of this was going. Unlike the elevator which was going to get them to talk, it seemed, whether they wanted to or not.