Prometheus never tired of watching Hades's magic at work. There was an elegance to it that was captivating, the way he manipulated aether so fluidly and naturally. There was no awkwardness, forcing it to take the form he wanted, it all just... flowed, purred, and Prometheus, ever sensitive to the movements of aether, purred with it.

His tail flitted, kicking up small clouds of sand, nudging Hades's snout with his own. His feelers flicked up, letting him really take in the 'shape' Hades had taken.

"Hrrrm..." Prometheus dragged the contemplative noise out, his head tilting to the side as Hythlodaeus's fingers found the perfect spot just under his jaw, briefly distracted.

"Elegant..." he murmured after a pause, his snout wrinkling in an imitation of a playful grin. He knew exactly what Hades was fishing for, and he planned to give it to him... in a way, "Perfect execution as usual, Hades. Not a single bit of aether wasted, and the form is excellently proportional and aesthetically pleasing to look at. You've gotten a lot better with crafting wings too."

Like they were back in Amaurot, critiquing each other's Creations.

"In short," Prometheus added, "You look sexy as hell, from a dragon's point of view."