Backing her into a corner - without the flailing - was Hades' plan at this point. Couldn't severely injure the hostage, after all. Hades didn't want to have to pick up her pieces. Not before he could wave her around for all of Paixao to see.

Or something like that. He hadn't quite ironed out the kinks of the second half of his plan, after all. Ah, hey, these sorts of things? The pieces lined up before a guy as he went along. He'd get the gig figured.

"I think you missed the point where you had a decision in this," he says, a smirk easing across his face. The flames die down and suddenly he's there, unbelievably close to her, and all business now. He's done with her childish attempts to fend him off; there's no where for her to run, now.