[Eridanus' fingers linger at the sturdy clasps that harness the metal to Lucius' compact form, and for a moment, even he too has to admire just how well it fits. While it can't be fastened as tight as it normally would be due to his consort's additional spikes, the craftsmanship is undeniable. Nothing less than perfect for his Eternal, after all.

Where Lucius' tail curls about his leg, Eridanus' own thoughtlessly seeks after it. It snakes along the coiling form, the barbed tip playfully running its sharp point along smooth skin as if threatening to split it with just the slightest bit more pressure. It doesn't though, instead it wraps about his leg as well, simply to slot against that of his consort's.]

Hm, perhaps, [he rumbles, his voice low and coy in his throat. Where the metal has been wedged further open by spikes, allowing gaps where it would usually be seamless, Eridanus caresses with the points of his claws.] Then again, I am spoiled in that your true vision is seared into my memory. Anything else is just less.

[Eridanus steps closer, the space between them slim enough to feel each other's body heat, and he instead slides his hands over Lucius' arms.]

But regardless, I believe a suit of armor fits your splendor far more than a cotton shirt and jeans do.