I had painted my nipples gold especially to meet the King, so I was quite affronted by the tone of Andromache's question.
"Yes I do!  It is a tradition amongst us high-born Spartan women to bare our breasts and I have gilded my nipples as a sign of respect to King Priam!"
I grabbed Paris's arm and marched him out of the hall before the witch could reply!

That first encounter with Andromache set the tone for our relationship which quick degenerated into outright hatred.  She hated me for a whole bunch of things....I had seduced Paris with a spell which had led to the war with Greece.... I bared my breasts in public....  I was the daughter of Zeus.... I looked too beautiful.... etc.... etc.
I hated her because she was an ugly, bad tempered old witch!