Prometheus was a big steadier on his two legs when he followed Hades into the next room, and when the feast was snapped into existence... stars, he barely held back from drooling. He practically leapt into his seat, the chair tipping dangerously to one side from the speed which he jumped on it - not that he cared, because he was ravenous and this food smelled so good he actually felt almost aroused from it. Weird.

Whatever. Dwell on that later. Food.

"Mmmphggfff?" he grunted, barely hearing Hythlodaeus and Hades's chatter as he pretty much inhaled the thick, meaty ribeye (rare) steak that had been on his plate - which he ate with his hands, of course, because what was cutlery. He looked up from his plate, cheeks bulging and half a steak still dripping with gravy clutched between his hands. He looked very much like some feral man they brought in from the woods.