After many long years at war, it was normal for a man to need some... physical comfort. After all, any women one could have were far away in Ithaca.

...Perhaps that's why you called Polites to your quarters after everyone else but the night watch had gone to sleep.

Polites knocked on your door gently before he came in, his usual soft smile on his lips. Truly, you didn't understand how he could do it.

"You called, Captain?" Polites gave you a warm expression.