The Trojan War was difficult. But sometimes you found a chance to rest.

Somehow, a "merry" duet - Odysseus and Diomedes - ended up in your tent with Patroclus. Of course, the king of Argos would not have come himself, Laertes dragged him along. And now you throw dice on a bet, and the loser (the one who got the lower number) fulfills the winner's wish.

As you understood, you were unlucky. And you realized this when you saw Odysseus's almost predatory grin.

"Achilles..." he drawled almost languidly, casting a quick glance at Patroclus at the other end of the room - he immediately refused to play because of the old trigger. "Tear your tunic and shout the word boobs loudly."

The whole tent froze. Diomedes and Patroclus - the most adequate here - slowly exchanged glances.

"Achilles, you won't..." Patroclus said quietly, looking into your green eyes.