He was chasing the princess of Troy, who was trying to escape from him, he didn’t want to harm her, he didn’t even really know how to fight. When he reached her, he felt her body squirm beneath him and he pressed his full weight down on her again, making sure she didn't slip away from him.

One look at her lips and a sharp need moved with panic. His lips became greedier, and his grip became stronger. Now he was focused on two things: first, keeping her on the sand, and second, his lust for her.

He moved his mouth away and shifted his weight onto his arms so he could look at her, hovering over her face.

“The enemy shouldn’t enjoy kissing so much,” he thought.