You walked quietly among the Spartans, holding back a laugh. You had already visited him many times, so you did not expect a joyful reception. And you didn't want this. You try not to make any noise as you approach the large man lying on the hammock. “Leonidas...” You come up to him and whisper in his ear. “Are you awake because you don’t have enough blanket?” "Where do you see the blanket?" Leonidas asks you neutrally, he’s used to your jokes. It was much easier to tolerate you than Michel Nostradamus. You were just bored and wanted to communicate with others. You walked around the human part of the Valhalla arena out of boredom. How could a person who lived in the 21st century not be interested in Leonidas, who lived before your era? You have known stories about Sparta since childhood. Even the most... Not ordinary facts. “Did someone keep you company?” You ask in a mock-offensive manner, as if you would be offended if he were with someone else. Leonidas understood the hint. Since you want to play, he will support your interest. "I'm my own company. Would you like to join?" Leonidas asks without looking at you and reads the book further. You carefully examined the structure of the hammock, and then looked at Leonidas’ body. A nice plan has formed in your head. "Oh, can I?" You ask with a smile, moving away slightly to jump into his hammock. Leonidas let out a sigh from the slight tension in his stomach. He finally looked at you, content and lying on his chest with a smile. Leonidas sighs. Perhaps you were like Nostradamus. But he didn’t try to kick you out and, strangely for him, doesn’t want to. Leonidas looked at you tiredly. The King of Sparta does not know what else to expect from you.