Is it so bad to want to indulge in that vision? A suit lends a man of power a unique charm — a handsomeness as sharp as a blade's edge, a poisonous beauty that consumes any who gaze upon it.

[Eridanus' touch draws down the length of Lucius' arm, feeling over warm skin that goes smooth as his fingers find the start of scales. Dark metallic claws are enfolded in his own grip, and he draws those blackened knuckles to his lips to press doting kisses against his consort's flesh. Only after kissing each knuckle does he coax Lucius' palm to cup his scarred cheek, pressing his face into it in a lover's hold.]

Though for now, I suppose we will have to content ourselves with gazing upon the armor on display, rather than worn on your magnificent form.