“I meant, would you even be able to put pants on without some elaborate bit of machinery,” he said, rolling his eyes. Though at this rate he was liable to get a fetish. L... Is that how you self-pleasure?”

Muscular haunches, eh? Hades gave Prometheus such a look as he did what he was told. “And this has nothing to do with the fact that you want me to mount you as a dragon,” he said with a grin.

“If you’re both going to be dragons, I want to be one too,” Hytholadeus said. “Not for Hades’ perverted reasons, though.”