The Blizzard Pegasus turned into a very naked, tall man, with long snow-white hair that fell past his shoulders. His skin was as pale as snow, gleaming faintly with divine energy. His eyes, a striking icy blue, lowered respectfully as he knelt on one knee.
"Frost greets Master," he said in a calm, noble tone.
Mark instinctively looked away and covered half his face with one hand. "Damn it… put on some clothes."
He rummaged through his inventory and tossed a set of simple robes at him. Frost caught them, but instead of wearing them, he stared at the fabric with a strangely sentimental expression.
"Master," he asked, "is this your first present to me?"
Mark stared at him blankly. "No. It's me trying to stop you from flashing me. Wear it. Now."
Frost tilted his head. "Why is nudity unbearable to you?"
"Because I'm human and a man at that," Mark replied with exasperation. "And we don't walk around with our junk out."
