"I'm sure many men have complimented your beauty." He wouldn't be the first, nor would he be the last. Helen was famous for it. Most men would have reveled in the fact that she's chosen them, but Menelaus had picked her. He wasn't going to trip over himself and question it. That look on her face knew she wasn't mentally as innocent. She had her own agenda, her own plan to be queen. "I won't tell you why you already know," he pulled her to him wth a kiss on the cheek. He wasn't going to try anything out here, though he could if he wished. He also was going to show her how beautiful he thought she was in that kiss.