Athena let loose an exasperated sigh, in the way only a goddess could. Didn't Prometheus realize how dangerous this was for her? Did he not fear the wrath of Zeus?
It was true that her very existence she owed to Prometheus. When Zeus had a headache that would not go away, and that no god or goddess could cure, it was Prometheus who said he could cure it. He took up a rock and split open Zeus' head and Athena popped out full grown and armed. Where splitting open the skull of most creatures would kill them, Zeus was a god and his head healed quickly. As Prometheus promised, his headache was gone.
She held a special place in her heart for Prometheus and his brother Epimetheus. After much wine, laughter, and cajoling, she agreed to breathe life into clay figures the brothers had molded. The clay figures of Epimetheus were of animals. When she breathed life into them, they all attacked Epimetheus, bringing on more rounds of laughter. When she breathed life into Prometheus' clay figures of man, they honored him.
When Zeus found out about the brothers activities, he was angered and forbid Prometheus from teaching Man the ways of civilization. So here she stood waiting to teach Prometheus the way to teach Man about civilization. She was Zeus' favorite daughter, so she knew that he could never hold his anger long against her. But in the way that daughters rebel against their parents, she thought that teaching her dear friend how to make fire for the humans was a perfect expression of her rebellioness.
She was the virgin goddess. She did not know why she kept falling into being the willing confederate of Prometheus' antics and endeavors. She knew that he and his silly quest were exciting. They made her blood run fast and her heart race even faster. When chided by her father Zeus, she would pout and hang her head in mock shame. She practiced the pout, now that she saw Prometheus approaching.
She would get in trouble again, but she didn't care.