Hermes laughs loud and bright at the poorly done ruse, allowing Achilles to turn him around. The laugh turns into a giggle as he’s smacked, already on his way.

“Alright, alright, I’m going. I wouldn’t be able to stand having to listen to him talk.”

His wings start flapping as he takes off, turning midair to wave at Achilles. “Bye, darling. Hebe will be by soon, I’m sure. Be ready for her to needle you for gossip while you braid her hair.”