drabble (request #2)

for nanakomatsu:

Odysseus/Paris:

"The ill-fated Prince of Troy... Paris, yes?" I muse aloud, walking around the figure lying on the rugs in my tent. There is arrogance in his eye, but it is fear that holds his body tense. Is he afraid of what I might, will, do to him? I'll have to, of course; there is no escape from our fates for either of us.

Trussed and dirty, the prince looks less fair than the last time I saw him, abandoning his honor in fear of Menelaus' might. Paris is no warrior. Neither am I.

I wonder what he will abandon here?