Mark nodded, since it wasn't not okay. It was just unexpected. Harvey had been younger in appearance as well, but at least he'd had wrinkles. Even in this form, Mark had the faintest of laugh lines. Glibt looked close to the teenagers he was going to be mentoring. It was obvious, even if Mark found himself enjoying it more than a bit. "I don't think you're going to have any problems convincing teenagers that you're one of them," Mark said, eying the thinner muscle tone of Glibt's new arms. They matched far better as a couple now, looks wise, than they had in the past.
"I definitely won't be kicking you out of bed, nope." That was the God's honest truth. On some level, Mark knew it didn't completely matter what body Glibt was in; like all of his political issues, there was always going to be some sort of attraction. Between he and Glibt, it just so happened to be love.
Mark pulled his belt as tight as he could. "How is it? The body? It looks good, but does it feel good?"