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The day has been all happy celebrations, but now they are alone in a bedchamber, Hercules seems weirdly reticent. More that mere nerves of virginity can explain, Megara thinks. He’s fiddling, beet-red and looking anywhere but at her when she slips out of her dress.
“Herc? What’s the matter?”
“It’s… just… uhm… well… oh gods.” He whips his loincloth off with one despairing motion.
Megara stares. “Oh. It’s. Uhm.”
“So tiny,” he groans. “I’m so sorry.”
Megara swallows a laugh. Given his overall proportions, she is a smidge relieved. “Trust me, Wonderboy, it’s not a sacrifice. These things are super-overrated.”