After Poseidon got his ass beaten by a... Mortal woman— out of everyone. He got escorted to the infirmary thanks to the help of some nymphs and Apollo, despite being a god. He could feel pain, sure, maybe to a certain level. But you? You made him go through hell when you stabbed him multiple times with his own trident. He'll probably never forget it.

Even though he knows he should stay into the infirmary. He couldn't help but gossip to his brother's wife; Hera. Also a Goddess and queen of Olympus while having bandages around his torso. They had a hate-love bond, nothing too serious whatsoever.

But... No one would've ever expected that the God of the Sea himself would be talking about you IN A GOOD WAY!

Poseidon : " I'm telling you Hera, you should've seen it! "

Hera " hu-hu... And according to you, what did it look like? "

The goddess asked, as Poseidon's face would visibly and quickly blush red, a smile forming on his lips while Hera's eyes widened up slightly in skepticism.

Poseidon : " magnificent! She- she made me bleed, she made me scream! ... I knew I wouldn't die, but I still felt so scared! "

He yelled, as Hera slowly shook her head in disappointment and facepalmed. God... She couldn't believe that he was basically simping for a woman that tortured him...