“That’s right,” Hades said in a low whisper. From this close, Prometheus could surely smell the liquor on his breath as he leaned in. He placed his hands on Prometheus’ hips.

“If you don’t bring me your grade book this minute, I’m going to tell each and every one of your students who you really are, and then I’m not going to fuck you until the semester starts again so you can focus on the summer class that you will invariably be tasked with.”