Achilles found so much of himself in Neoptolemus' manner, though the boy didn't speak much. He gave Neoptolemus a tilt of his head, a reassuring glance that no one was insinuating he was any less of the warrior he was, though Achilles would have taken the same offense.
He had the same distaste for alcohol, and as much as Absinthe attempted, he turned down her drink. There had been a time he near let her have her way. Achilles let his hand pass over the drink, pushing it back towards its owner. "Not tonight, lady" he said giving her a small smile. There were things he would have control over, and she had already gotten him out.