Amaurot was far away? If it was matter of distance, then it should be no problem for Prometheus to fly there under his own power, with some direction. Unless, perhaps, due to the state of the world, the Amaurotines hid it? They did have that power, although it went against their ethos of allowing any and all curious minds to travel to the city of scholars.

But Prometheus was ignorant on how the world was right now, so perhaps he should just leave it to Hades to explain. He never steered him wrong before.

At the comment of being seduced, Prometheus was effectively distracted from his confusion over Amaurot's location. He laughed, "Of course you did! I bet you were expecting me to be, um, human, though..."

Ah, the fingers stroking his feeler felt very nice. Being an 'aether-sensor' of sorts, it was sensitive to touch, having the consistency of a leatherback turtle's shell with small grooves and spirals inlaid in it. He purred without meaning too, his head dipping into the contact as his claws flexed into the ground, his tail swishing in clear pleasure. Every gentle touch of Hades's fingers against his feeler made a prickle go down his spine, and it was lovely.

"Are you still gonna seduce me...?" he murmured.