Hades let himself smile just slightly. Had he finally realized what a pain he had being? He didn’t care that Prometheus was unenthusiastic, he’d just have to grin and bear it. Hades finally released the tension in his shoulders and dramatically slumped over onto his side.

“It’s... well, I forgive you, of course. If you do what I ask of you. Also if you go fetch me the bottle of wine from the kitchen,” Hades kicked off his dress shoes and untucked his shirt from his trousers. He looked very good for his age; he took good care of himself and it showed. Even if he had begun to grey.

Hades pulled one of their many blankets off the back of the couch and pulled it over himself in spite of the heat. “And what’s for dinner?”