The two men were sharing a wistful smile. At a glance, they appeared similar in age; a little younger than herself, most probably. Both were dressed in fine clothes, both deeply tanned from hours spent in the sun but while one of the men was, by common standards at least, attractive enough, the other could have been a god. With his chest swathed in folds of deep maroon, he stood a half-foot taller than his friend and would have made most of the men in Sparta look like runts by comparison.
"his friend" lmaooo
