Hades wasn’t coming, but he was still enjoying watching Prometheus lose himself hard and it did feel really good. He placed a hand on the back of Prometheus’ neck, feeling the sweat there, and gripping the hair as he tried to imprint this on his memory. And then, with the other hand, he snapped his fingers.

And untied Prometheus’ tubes.

Probably a very rude time to do it, but hey. He’d just run the trial with great success so...