What a surprise, Hades suggesting physical exercise off his own back (that wasn't fucking). Prometheus let out an amused sounding 'whuff' noise, his version of a smile, and leaned in to affectionately bunt his snout against Hades's bare shoulder, inhaling his scent.

There was a part of him that was so afraid this was some vivid dream he was going to wake up from. But, if it was a dream, then he should do all he can to enjoy it to the fullest, right?

Their own private island, just them... Prometheus could set aside his confusion and curiosity for the time being.

"Swimming sounds lovely," he purred, already knowing his dragon form was reasonably aquatic. If he kept his wings tightly pinned to his body, he tended to swim like a crocodile. He wasn't very fast though, as heavy and dense with muscle as he was. But it sounded nice, just to lazily float in the seawater with Hades. It was like colour returning to an otherwise grey existence, and things that Prometheus had viewed dispassionately were suddenly vivid and exciting - so long as Hades was with him.

"I'll even let you ride me in the water..." he continued, letting the innuendo hang between them before starting to gently nudge Hades towards the water.