Prometheus dug his claws into his meal when Hades hooked him into a teleport, just to make sure he kept it close. He exhaled shortly once he adjusted to his new location - outside - rolling the corpse over to expose its belly. He promptly ripped into it with his wingclaws.

"Of course I'll stay with you," Prometheus sighed, "What, you want me to go back to my depressing cave?"

It was a rhetorical question, but there was a niggle of genuine worry. Prometheus was a beast now, and Hades was rapidly adjusting to that fact but... still, an irrational worry Hades would turn around and think twice about continuing this on. Especially since he had other shit to deal with, like the aftermath of the apocalypse...

The belly now ripped open, Prometheus settled his wingclaws on the beast's flank and shoulder respectively, keeping it steady for the next part. He hesitated, lifting his head in Hades's direction.

"...you're not bothered about this, are you?"