Hades would be offended by his lackluster reply if circumstances had been different.

"Yes, and I'm the Architect. It's perfect." He seductively changed how his legs were crossed before placing a hand at the waistband of his trousers. He let his thumb dip below, obscuring it from view as he looked up to Prometheus.

"You'd like to see it, I hope," he said, leaning back on his other arm.

Hades had to remind himself to be patient. They had hardly been undressed around each other in a mood-befoulingly long time.