His gray-green eyes perked, giving her a second smile of the night with her comment. "An honest woman," he replied, "I take that as a compliment." In the times of Ancient Greece he knew himself to be the best of the Achaean's. He was a perfectionist, striving and demanding to be who he was, it could even be considered maddening. To those like himself it was admirable, which was clearly what this beautiful woman in front of him was implying--and that fed to his ego.
His finger tapped against the half-full glass. More people started to trail in, giving Patroclus a busy night ahead. Achilles looked into the Empress' soft eyes. "It's becoming crowded," he raised a brow.