Okay, Prometheus couldn't help but giggle a little at Hades's shameless confidence. It broke the ice, what lingering tension he had been carrying easing out of his shoulders. He only had to look, if he wanted, and if that was what all they did, that was fine also, he told himself. There was no pressure to do anything.

No pressure.

"Sure," he said, his gaze lingering on Hades's hand before he lifted it back up to his face. He hesitated, but then decided to just go for it. Hades might appreciate him being more forward in this context, "But, uh, can you show me while lying down on the bed? I can... take your trousers off to look."

His pulse was definitely spiking now, but it was very firmly in anticipation now. Oh, nerves was tangled up in there too, but it wasn't the bad kind, anymore.