"Pleasure is your business, always has been," Pan chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. Not everyone could be so fortunate. One thick brow shot up at the challenge, and without any sort of hesitation, Pan rose to the challenge. His skinny hips bucked off the chair as he quickly wretched his jeans open, down went the fly and out came the cock. He had clearly not yet discovered the art of manscaping, and while he was nothing to laugh at in length nor girth, he was surely not all that he bragged of. He would insist that hew as a grower, not a shower, but one might wonder if he lived up to that or if it was just another of his usual lies. Grinning still, he grabbed himself and stretched it upright, motioning to his length as if he were showing off a very fine product on an infomercial.
"There, now you can be impressed. And of course the girls were asking for me, who wouldn't be? I'm charming, amazing!" And with that he dropped his cock but did not bother to button back up, focusing on puffing away at his joint again. What? They were Greeks, it wasn't like they'd never seen nudity before. Clothing had been mostly optional in their day, and Pan had been utterly unable to wear pants with his goat legs. Well, maybe not utterly unable, but utterly unable to be comfortable in them, so fuck that.
"I'm wounded you'd ever thing I lied about anything," he muttered sulkily, but quickly forgot his play sulk. "Is it suddenly chilly in here?" He asked, as if he had totally forgotten that he was laying half naked and the air on his nether regions could be the source of his chills. Sometimes it really was difficult to tell if he was just not that bright or if he was just fucking with everyone around him.