“Can you even reach your own arse?” Hades asked with a bitten laugh.

Hades waved his hand, crystallizing some aether. He shaped it into the rough form of a dragon before adding his signature shapes and parts. It ended up looking rather menacing, but so did he form he took when he battled. He gave it spiral horns and golden claws, shaping his sigil subtly into the wings.

“Something like this, maybe?” he said, slowly spinning it midair. “Perhaps it is too conspicuous. I already take another flighted form from time to time... Not that I would want to fuck as it.”