Patroclus wrapped his arm around Roxanna and he snorted a little when she said she would duel Helen for him. "Duels are unnecessary. And yes, Paris is gross. A lot of them are." For a split second, Patroclus thought about Hermes, and then he closed his eyes and willed those thoughts to go away. "You're not gross." He kissed her hair and cuddled her close to him. "Not even a little bit. There's more I wanted to talk to you about though, but it's not about us. It's just more of my dramatic pantheon. There's a man in the city and he's...horrible."