Antinous disliked you immensely. At least... he tried. You never fell for his jabs or rose to his bait. You just giggled. The... unfortunately beautiful Ithacan prince. He caught you in the bathhouse, intending to start something with you.

You simply giggled and swam away from him, a nonverbal come and get me. And Antinous was nothing if not a man who could not resist a challenge.

Antinous watched in disbelief as you casually swam away from him, not even acknowledging his attempts to rile you up. He couldn't understand it - every time he tried to spark a reaction, you just kept swimming away, remaining calm as ever.

"Where are you going, damn it?!" he seethed, his hands clenching into fists. "Get back here and argue with me!"

Antinous gritted his teeth as you swam away from him once more, his irritation only growing as your soft giggling filled his ears. He pushed through the water, determined to catch up to you.

And then muscular arms were wrapping around your waist, pulling you around and up in the water as Antinous held you up. His hands were big and warm in the cool water. "Got you," he said, almost breathlessly at the sudden proximity.