“Merely tried it the once? It must have not been that good, then,” he said with a smirk. He grasped the model in his hand, not bothering to get up as he began to change form. He glowed, then shadows rippled from him as he floated up and began to take form. He finished his transformation, wings beating rhythmically. He landed with an elegance that put Prometheus’ man walking to shame.

Hyth laughed exactly the way he would and petted Prometheus as he shimmied to take up more of the hammock. “He thinks he’s getting this back but he isn’t,” Hythlodaeus whispered.

Hades circled them until his could settle and place his own head on Hythlodaeus as well.

“Well?” He asked, obviously fishing for praise.