Jean-Paul licked his lips, pleased to hear the thunder god actually had the goods underneath that armor. "You are," he agreed, a note of envy in his voice-- but only a note. There were, after all, plenty of handsome men back home. (Too many with douche-y personalities but what else was new, eh?)
For an instant, Jean-Paul considered refusing her. But that was stupid-- he'd come all this way, after all. And if he couldn't see Pepper, he could at least enjoy the scenery before heading home. "Does taking a load off involve changing into a bathing suit?" he asked, one brow quirked. He'd hate for her to feel awkward (ha!) being the only one in a state of undress.