There was something absolutely horrifying about the idea of doing some gauche stripper dance with tearaway pants, whether that was exactly what she was eluding to or not, anywhere for Hera to view. He just didn't want to associate her with that sort of... tackiness. It wasn't even normally in his regular bag of bedroom play.
Those pants weren't even in his closet at his choice, either.
Hedylogos was quite glad that her mask hid her face so well that there was no way to easily recognize her. That reminder gave him a small surge of excitement and he moved around behind her and leaned over to speak just for her ear to hear. “Any sort of dance you desire... is mine to gladly give.” Yes, the masks were making him a bit bolder than he ever would have been in public before.