“Try my sandwich,” I said to Abel as we sat in an Athenian cafe.
“No, thanks.”
“Seriously, try it. It’s really good!”
“No, I really don’t want it. I wouldn’t eat it if a naked harem girl sat in my lap and fed it to me.”
We paused, looked at each other and giggled.
I pictured a hapless slavegirl trying to make him take a bite, with him turning his head away this way and that, until, irritated, he takes the plate from the girl, puts it aside, and turns her over his lap. Many vigorous smacks later, she would be reminded of her place, and would promise not to take it upon herself to feed Abel unwanted sandwiches again.
…I can see her lovely pink bottom even now. Mmm.