"Mmhm, I do," Prometheus said idly, kicking his legs as he shamelessly studied Hades's naked body. It was weathered and pitted, and he had a passing thought to chide Hades for being so rough with his vessel but, well, if what he said before was to be believed, this Solus man was a soldier. Scars were probably expected.

They were interesting, though. In Amaurot, no one had scars, because why would they? So to see the strange bumps, puckered skin, pink or pale white... interesting. It was very interesting.

"But not that different," he said after a pause, tugging off his shirt. He dropped it on the floor, and took a moment to languidly stretch... then stood up, pushing down his trousers and underwear, kicking them off his ankles. He smiled and pointed directly down at his groin, "It's mostly this. Looks like I'm packing both in this body too."