[He leers over at the arm so casually draped over his shoulder. But pushing him away would also be a testament to subtly admitting that he absolutely remembers the kiss they'd shared, in its completeness, the night that they did it. So he just allows it.

They're just two bros, right?

Doin' bro things.]

He doesn't have a form or a body. He's just a part of my heart, so, we'd be facing each other like this, y'know? And if you killed 'em, you'd have to kill me.

[Annnd.... Achilles is being greasy again. He's the type of guy who wants to have sex in the hall of mirrors just so he can get the best angles.]

Can't really be on any market if I'm dead.

[He'll just... raise an eyebrow at him suspiciously.]