The servants of his household had caught up to them both, keeping a short distance, but an observant eye on the pair. Agamemnon had made himself comfortable in his brother's home, as the rest of the household prepared for the feast and their new guest.
"I do," Menelaus gave her a not so innocent grin and took her hand again. He would be completely mad to not want to do more than a kiss, and his thoughts did get carried away with him, but he only gave her a taste of what was to come. The idea was to show her her worth with his own. Agamemnon had told him to be more bold, but Menelaus didn't see what he would gain by that. She was already his.
When they reached the orchard, there was a big apple tree ripe for the picking.