"Morning sleepyhead, you've been resting for a while... I swore that you were dead when you washed up on my isle."

Was the first thing Odysseus heard after he regained his consciousness. His head hurt and his throat felt dry from the salt water. Where the hell was he?

"Did you know you talk in your sleep? Tell me though, who's Penelope?" The same voice spoke, making the man open his eyes and answer without even thinking.

"She's my wife."

Silence.

He stared up at the deity and furrowed his eyebrows. He got up and opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

"Anyways, I've got all you could want here, all you could need here. Just you and me, my dear, my love for life. Soon into bed we'll climb, and spend our ti-"

"I'm not your man." He said defensively, taking a step back.