"I honestly think it's silly for you to be so shy. Are all humans this modest?" she asked curiously. She took a step towards him, wondering if he was actually this shy. She couldn't believe it!

"No... there are some who go out of their way to see people naked. They are frowned upon greatly..." He uncovered his eyes. "I will just have to take it as you don't really mind..." Much to his surprise, he enjoyed the sight... in a sexual manner?

Dea laughed outright at that. "You humans are so strange! You've been given these bodies, but you're afraid to show them off? You make clothes to hide them? Gods wear clothes for vanity, but we don't need them." Dea continued giggling.

"We don't need them..." Michael felt himself distracted by the sight, so he covered his eyes again. "We just prefer to hide it. For example, that was distracting me..."

"I'm distracting you how? And from what?" She tilted her head to the side. "Humans do need clothes when it gets cold. Perhaps they get so used to it, it seems bad not to wear clothes? Either way, I dislike being dressed all the time." She had no idea of the effect she was having on him.

"My mind is wondering to... other things. And from talking to you normally." He hoped she wouldn't feel offended... she had a lovely body.

She still didn't get it. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I will wear clothes." She said this in a tone that clearly stated she didn't want to. She wasn't used to them, after all.

"Fine... just let me adjust... alright?" Michael had to give in. He wasn't going to put someone else out for his own reasons.

"Okay," she said, still confused. "Why is it so hard for you to adjust?" she asked. "You have a naked body as well. Mine just looks different."

He felt like she was trying to force it out of him.

"Yours is doing something I never thought it would... ok?" He felt ashamed...

Now she was very confused. She looked down at herself, wondering what she was doing. She looked up at him and blinked, confusion written all over her face.

"Simply and embarrassingly put... you turn me on... even though I thought I was gay..." He held his head down. How much worse could it get?

She was still confused. "I 'turn you on'? What does that mean?" She sat down and looked up at him curiously.

"Sexual excitement..." How else could he put it?

That, Dea understood. She blushed heavily and looked down. "O-oh..." She didn't know what else to say.