Byron's voice was calm, but the threat in it was loud and clear. He knew it would be difficult, if not impossible, to leave this island if Lucille refused to allow the dryads to take him across the lake. That's why he was playing the threat card. He wanted to instill caution into Lucille. To manipulate her decision.
Unbeknownst to him, Lucille was hell bent on keeping him on the island whatever the cost. She had decided this ever since she found out that he was male, and the sex from moments ago only served to solidify that decision.
She was never going to let him leave.
Byron was hers. She had saved his life, took care of him and sacrificed one of her maids in the process of healing him. She wasn't going to let him out of her sight, let alone let him go to meet those crazy women who had tried to kill him.
Hearing him threatening her, hearing him choose to go to those crazy Amazonians instead of staying with her...
