Prometheus made a low, petulant noise, but he took one look at Hades's expression and wisely swallowed whatever he was going to say. Ah, he had a feeling that his boyfriend's anger was... not to be trifled with this evening.

"Now?" he asked, pressing his fingers together while trying to look as woebegone as possible, "But, we've been working all day, you must be really tired. So, uh, we can do this tomorrow, right?"

Translation: I am going to try to avoid this as much as possible if you give me enough wriggle room.