Prometheus forcibly dragged his gaze up from Hades's collar to his face, trying to look like he hadn't been imagining something slightly indecent. The thought of reading Lahabrea's exam, and actually using it, cooled his passion somewhat, anyways. If Lahabrea heard he used his exam because his actual final had been a colossal failure, he'd never let Prometheus hear the end of it.

"Do I have to-" he started, then thought better of it considering what Hades threatened before, "Er, I mean, sure! That's... that's fine. I can do that..."

He didn't sound very enthused - didn't even bother trying to pretend. It was going to be a pain, and Prometheus had kind of planned to take it easy tomorrow. Damn students... failing his final and causing all these problems. Hrmph.

However, he wasn't so oblivious that he didn't see how this was impacting Hades. His boyfriend should have been winding down now that term was ending, and instead he was having to do another class for his exam, was helping Prometheus with his own problems, and getting stressed out on his behalf. He did feel... a little guilty about that.

"Um," he started awkwardly, rubbing his hands together, "Sorry, by the way."