He starts to shake his head, then thinks better of it and switches it to a more ambiguous head wobble. "Sort of. Not enough to distract me. You don't move the way I do, I think."

"I'm starting to think that too. I'm starting to think... not sure." He paces a bit more, to see if it comes clear. "...do you... move, fight, dance, run, to get your head straight? Because sitting still makes everything stuck?"

"...not dance, so much. Or run, except while fighting. So yes to the overall category, no to some of the specific instances?"

"Do you... see things with your body first, like I look at you and I feel what it would be like to move like that, like when we met I wanted to know what colour you bled and I felt how to move to find out before I remembered about asking?"

At that the headshake is firmer. "No. I... think I see what you are pointing to and see how it could work but it doesn't, really, work like that for me."

"Yeah. I think that's what I'm seeing, on you, you don't... move like moving is your first thing."

He nods. "Looking is my first thing, I think. Not just with my eyes but yours, if that makes sense."

"...huh," he says, his stride lengthening slightly as he thinks it over. "Yeah. I think I see it."

"...also I have no idea why your legs are red but mine aren't and have never been so that is a bit of a giveaway," he says wryly.

"What?" He looks down. "I'm wearing leggings. Do you not... have leggings, where you come from? I thought you just weren't wearing yours, I sometimes don't."

"I... don't think I know that word. That is an item of clothing? But it's so... close to your skin."

"Ye...es? It's supposed to be fashionable to wear things that are a little unreal. I mostly don't care about that, I just like the colour. Goes nicely with this outfit, that trim band looks so stupid when it's right next to my plain skin." He pauses briefly as he processes the fact that he just told Other Zag he looks stupid. "Sorry."

He laughs. "I suppose that settles it, then, our differing fashion opinions have definitely sealed the matter of whether we are in some deep cosmic sense the same person. But I am very intrigued, how does it work, how do you put that on, I have never seen anything like that." Zag hyups forward, swinging his legs around so that he's kneeling rather than sitting on his rear and leaning in Other Zag's direction to peer directly at the... leggings, that was the word.

He thinks for a second, shrugs, and then turns his steps toward Other Zag and stops in front of him to show him how to take off leggings. "It's like this, see, they sort of stretch? Do you not have any clothes that work like this?"

(There are also things under his leggings but he is legitimately focused on the questions of interdimensional fashion here.)

Zag feels like he has implicit permission to let his eyes wander a little bit and so he does, in fact, let them wander a bit.

He really appreciates the sight.

But also he is actually very curious about these so-called leggings and most of his attention is going to them and not to the beautiful display of Greek divinity before his eyes. "We don't. Maybe the mortals could have something like that and I might not have heard of it? But no, I do not think I have ever seen such material."

"I don't think the mortals could have something like this, actually, it's like wearing floating ribbons or whatever, part of the point is that only a touch of the divine could make a thing like that work. D'you want to try them on?"

"...yeah, actually, if you don't mind?"

He hops to his feet and starts unclasping the kneeguards that would get in the way of him trying them on.

"You put them on like this," he says, demonstrating the bunching-up and then the pulling-up afterward, and then takes them off again to hand them over. "They're a little flimsier than good linen, they'll tear if you yank too hard, but don't worry too much about it, I've plenty more at home and it'd hardly be the first time something's torn up my clothes while I was out."

He tries it and after a couple of false starts manages it, mostly. He smooths down his chiton over it, checks himself out, takes a few tentative steps to test it and then, finally, grimaces.

"Yeah okay I was holding off on judgement until I tried it but I definitely don't see the appeal. It's all... tight. I mean, obviously it's tight, but..." How to phrase it. Oh, directly is fine, probably: "I don't love the way it constrains my cock."

"...huh," he says, blinking. "I hadn't really thought of it like that. I guess it would be weird if I wasn't used to it."

"...though now that I think of it that would have probably prevented some, ah... were I at all capable of feeling embarrassment they would have been embarrassing moments, related to it." Now to figure out how to take these off.

"...d'you need any help with that—and should I not ask about your embarrassing moments—"

"As I said, I do not feel embarrassed about them, but Thanatos tells me he feels embarrassed on my behalf when I talk about them to him so—would you? And no, thank you, I got this," and he does in fact got this, after another false start.

"I think I'm more curious than I'm afraid to hear embarrassing things."

"Do you have an Achilles?" And here's his leggings back, Zag does not want that thank you, his wang will swing freely.