Odysseus nodded. “Thank you.” He moved towards the door, confidently, as if never doubting but that Achilles would follow. “After you,” Diomedes smirked. Achilles hesitated, and his eyes went to me, just the barest glance. “Oh yes,” Odysseus called over his shoulder. “You’re welcome to bring Patroclus along, if you like. We have business with him, as well.”
