He took a deep breath to calm himself down. It was all a wild dream, wasn't it? Just a mere figment of his overactive imagination after a particularly stressful day at work. Reality is a cruel mistress and as clarity begins settling in, Jordi Fontanarossa grits his teeth, breathing intensifying. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder. She is without a doubt otherworldly. And... judging by her casual attitude towards him, it would seem as if the topic of nudity was nothing unusual to her.
❝ Don't take it the wrong way, Doña Aphrodite. You're aesthetically pleasing to the eye, but my concern for the villagers stems from my profession as a practicing physician. ❞ The Aegir explained, a pensive frown marring his visage. Gloved digits curl in semi-tightened fists, face turned slightly sideways, gaze evading the goddess' nude silhouette. Would the deity find offense in his honesty?
Forget negotiation. She appears to accept his hasty offer for the time being, and a part of Lumen deeply hopes that Aphrodite finds him subpar. Perhaps... he would be able to return home, back to Iberia, back to Gran Faro. Her voice compels him to obey her whims without a second thought. Arguing with a being of higher power? He knew better than to bite off more than he could chew. Articles of clothing being disappearing from his body, piece by piece, until the Iberian stood completely naked in front of her. Even then, Jordi's sense of modesty kicks in, prompting the Aegir to shield his privates from view.