“Yeah, I’ll eat here,” Hades said with a small smile. “I’ll be back in a moment.” What greater joy was there than walking through your own home, a little drunk, riding the euphoria of orgasm with excellent food in tow. He snagged the remainder of the bottle and set it on the bedside table.

“If I am, do you object?” Hades might be shrewd, bit he wasn’t a liar. He sat himself next to Prometheus, eating contentedly and considering his next moves. He popped a caffeine pill out of its wrapper by his bedside and drank it down with a swallow of wine.

Once Prometheus was asleep, there would be more more objecting to whatever he might do with his students’ final exams. Perfect...

—
Roughly ten years his junior, of course. He almost expected younger.

“Several times... I should have expected as much from one of Hythlodaeus’ people. Well, that hardly changes anything. I’ll take you onsite tomorrow. So long as you don’t get arrested again before then...”

Some wiggle room, that was nice. Not that he’d be able to get anyone to do it sooner or in the left over time if this guy fucked it all up. They really were at each other’s mercy right now, and Hades could just feel his insurance premiums going up.

“Learn anything of note from Hythe?”