[Instead of letting his secrets be revealed by his own blood, Hermes literally threw his chiton into the fire. Which means he's wearing nothing but his boots, his scarf, and his perizoma, but he doesn't seem bothered by that. Hard to be bothered by being mostly naked when you have the body of a literal Greek god.
So he sits on the edge of the fire next to this miserable-looking man, and Hermes leans back on his elbows as he glances at the man with a lopsided sardonic smile.]
Fire
So he sits on the edge of the fire next to this miserable-looking man, and Hermes leans back on his elbows as he glances at the man with a lopsided sardonic smile.]
You can say that again.