Martin was aware he was showing off, but who cares. After years of begrudgingly accepting his human form, he finally had a body that didn’t feel like a burden. A little bit of peacocking wouldn’t hurt anyone… he would not mention that he momentarily danced on stage once at the club where he was bartending. His experience in his current body could not be more different, a younger Martin would have hidden at the mere suggestion of going on stage to deliver forgotten props, let alone dancing his way there.
Martin catches the wink and returns it, adding silent finger guns.
“I think you can take that multiple ways,” Martin said with a smile and a shrug. “There’s a lot I haven’t done. It’s still a bit cold but I haven’t been swimming yet, for one. I think you’re still the only one who’s seen me swim without a shirt.”