Calypso: Odysseus, I'm so much hotter than your wife. Just stay on this island forever, and let's be immortal together. I can totally arrange it.
Odysseus: There is no question that you are hotter than my wife, in large part because you have immortality, eternal youth, and sick, sick braids. However, I can't stay here as a sex slave, especially now that Hermes has flown over the ocean and said I have a shot at getting home.
Calypso: We've been shagging consensually and enthusiastically for seven years, and I've been cooking for you. Also I'm a goddess. Was none of that, like, a thing for you?
Odysseus: Oh, yeah, no. Sorry if I led you on! Speaking of which, do you have any indestructible fabric you could turn into magical clothes for me?
Odysseus: Cool, I figured.
Calypso: Look, I'm having a rough time with this. Wanna F once more in my sweet sweet cave-bedroom before we spend four days building your shitty raft that's obviously gonna capsize?
Odysseus: Yeah, I could get into that. For old time's sake.