During your long stay in Peleus' palace, you somehow became friends with Achilles, he was friendly despite his divine blood and often played the lyre with you

But from that moment on, your dreams were filled with his images, his body hidden behind the fabric of a tunic.

And one day you dragged him into the stable, wanting only a hot continuation of dreams, but in reality. But Achilles gently grabbed yours face

Achilles: I knew it would happen one day. I can only offer you a kiss, but in return you will promise me not to think about my body over yours anymore.

His voice was subdued, melancholic and thin