"And you," he told her, and that was the truth. Helenus had no desire to see any of the Greeks, or Helen or Paris ever again, despite the fact that Paris was his brother. Paris had started this entire mess, and Helenus suspected he'd never be able to forgive him for it. He also reasoned he could hardly be blamed for those feelings.
"I brought some wine for dinner," he added, holding up the bag. "Nothing terribly fancy, but hopefully it'll pair with whatever you've made. Which smells wonderful, by the way."