Paris was difficult to deal with, he was arrogant and impulsive. However, when he wasn't under a love goddesses spell, he was more clear-headed. He had emotions. He wasn't just the pinup boy without a brain.
Everything was sore as he picked himself upright. He looked at Oenone's feet for a long time, fresh tears gliding down his nose. "Please?" He begged in a croaky voice.