I am honored.

[Eridanus chuckles back, and now with his hands completely freed, he moves back within Lucius' space. It isn't to touch him—though, like the seeking probe of his consort's own tail, Eridanus' caresses over the pillar of a bare leg beside it. His attention for now though, is wholly devoted to that armor. He traces his fingers over the way metal has been ornately wrought across the breast, and glances over his shoulder.]

I will admit, I commissioned this months ago, when we first spoke of it. I... well, had not anticipated your change in form. I don't believe it will fit you well for as long as you are a demon.

[He turns then, facing Lucius fully once more, and only then do the claws of his hands find the exposed dips of muscle that cord over the man's hips. He traces those lines with idle interest, but his gaze is set on those aureate snake-eyes alone.]

Regardless, I can always get it adjusted if the witch's magic proves to be permanent, and you will cut an imposing image regardless. [His hands slide over the curve of Lucius' waist and settle at his lower back, pulling their forms together again.]