Felix frowned at his reflection in the cloudy mirror. "Are you sure about this?"
Louis's face appeared over his shoulder. "You look fine. The kids will love it."
Felix adjusted the golden bikini bottoms for the hundredth time. At least he had a pair of shiny red tights to wear under them. "I don't see why I have to be Helios. What about Zeus? Zeus doesn't wear tights."
"Zeus was taken. Besides," Louis said, kissing his neck, "you promised you would wear the costume I picked out."
Felix turned toward him, an exasperated smile on his face. "And you had to pick something with tights?"
Grinning, Louis gave him one more appraising glance. "It's not my fault that you have great legs."