What Hades would see between Prometheus's legs wouldn't be much - there was clearly a bump, but the scales were too dark and sleek to discern if it was a protective sheath, or just some weird part of a dragon's body. Prometheus did notice Hades's attention briefly zipping there, but he didn't call attention to it. Honestly, he needed a moment to think of a good way to explain a dragon's reproductive system.

Instead, he let Hades lead him into the water by his feeler, purring at the warmth as he sunk into it. He didn't go too deep, just enough that the water buoyed him enough that he could tuck his legs up and still float, his tail acting as a rudder against the lazy currents eddying against the beach. He floated comfortably beside Hades, his snout lightly nudging against his shoulder every so often.

"Nah, there's nothing sharp there," he said, "Unless you sit over my pelvis. Then you might sit on a tailspike."

Indeed, his tail did have a row of squat, yet wickedly sharp spikes along the spine - if used as a bludgeon, it would cause some serious damage, especially as the limb was thick and muscular. Of course, being a pacifist, Prometheus never used his tail for such violent means - so those spikes remained razor sharp from disuse.

He flicked his tail in the water, letting Hades get a glimpse of the long limb, before he floated close enough to rest his head on Hades's stomach - not heavy enough to cause him to sink, but enough for him to feel the weight of it.

"I like it when you stroke my horns," he murmured, "Your hands feel really warm and nice..."