“I hope father takes me to Sparta with him the next time he goes there... I'm sure Penelope will be just as stunning as ever,” your brother said, with dreamy eyes as he was laying on your bed, his head dangling off on the edge, upside down.

Because of course Odysseus would come and annoy you when he had the time. And, being the lovestruck teenage boy he was, now that he was here, you could hear him talk about Penelope. All day long. What a joy.

“I wish I could see her eyes again... They're so dazzling, I swear, they have every shade of gray in them, and even some blue... I could stare at them for days, and still wouldn't get bored. And they look so intelligent... I wish I could talk to her longer, I'm sure it would be a delight to talk to such a smart girl.”

When he saw the overdramatically disgusted expression on your face, Odysseus grinned. He sat up on the bed, and looked at you with a mischievous expression.

“Oh, I'm guessing you don't like to hear me raving about the gorgeous, divine, angelic daughter of Icarius? Is that so?” He cluched his chest dramatically, faking offense. “Why, you wound me, sister dearest. Why must you crush the dreams and hopes of a hopeful young man like myself in such manner? How will I ever survive your eyes looking at me with such horror and disgust?”

Of course, he was just playing around, being your silly older brother. He knew you were supportive of him, even when you insisted that him being so head over heels for the princess of Sparta was nauseating.

But he liked annoying you, and making a big deal out of every small. “I suppose if you hate it so much, then you wouldn't want me to go into detail about her hair color but, alas, it's a very important thing about my beautiful Penelope. You see, an inexperienced person would say that she has black hair, which is just absolutely unacceptable, she has very dark brown hair. I don't understand how people don't see the difference.” He tried to maintain a serious tone, but by the end, he was giggling, along with you.