Often people has complained that I tend to be...a bit heavy with them.

But where is the fun in eating, filling your belly, if you can't feel a fire roaring in you afterwards?"

A large, wide, satisfied smile crawl over the lips of the indian, hearing the fellow monarch praising his cooking.

"Oh, but I should invite you to my palace, have you have a taste of my personal recipies.
...if you can handle well spices, that is.

"Of course I do!
I always bring something to feast on, when I'm around.

In case I stop to have a brawl with one of my brothers and build up an appetite."

And, with that said, the indian man would take out from inside of his clothes some sweets, clearly home made.

"Ah...it is not me who boast about my strength.

In my eyes, my lil bro Arjuna is by far the superior sibling.
It is my people, those whom I ruled, that sing my praises.

And, in order to not disapoint them, I make of my strength my banner!

Though, I'll say....probably my cooking is even better."

He simply could not resist his urges upon seeing her figure cladded in such little fabbric.

Only thing the Hero is at guilt is considering the Goddess to posess the perfect body to be his wife, and showing it to her the best way possible.

While also sinking his fingers in, squeezing more and more.