Prometheus had the oddest feeling that he just missed something, but... it was probably Lahabrea digging up his sense of decency somewhere. Truth be told, this was the most civil Lahabrea had spoken to him outside of the Convocation chamber, so maybe Prometheus dying horrifically in Xerora garnered some pity points in his favour.

Yeah, that sounded plausible. Prometheus shrugged off the niggling feeling without further thought.

"Lahabrea, you're being suspiciously nice to me," he mused, shifting to sit down on his haunches, his tail curling neatly over his feet. Even like this he towered over both of his fellow Amaurotines, "It's weirding me out."

But, hey, Prometheus shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, or, whatever that saying was.

So, with a mischievous little noise, he playfully nudged Hades by gently swaying into him, "If only he came by ten minutes ago, mm? Would've saved you all that effort you went through fucking me."

Yes, he did raise his voice slightly on the last two words. Look, okay, one thousand years without needling Lahabrea was much too long!