Alright, fine. He’ll play. Hades picked a paper off the top of his stack, squinting at the handwriting before putting on his glasses. It didn’t help. He looked at the questions instead for a clue. “I’m sure you did try your best,” an affirmation. “And they should be happy to have you as the preeminent expert in this field,” and ego fluff. “Did you accidentally give my freshmen the graduate level exam?”

Hades was playing like Prometheus was innocent because he knew he wasn’t, but it was the only thing holding back his anger. “There’s questions on here that reference the higher level book.”

Hades held in his sigh as he sat on the couch, placing an ankle over his knee. “There’s actual tear marks on this one, look.”