Prometheus, who had found a perfect spot on the beach to soak up maximum sunshine, roused reluctantly from his drowsy sprawl. Whenever there was sunbathing, there was always the urge to do it as a dragon, since there was just something satisfying about warming up his scales after spending a thousand years in the frigid climes of the Coerthas mountains. At Hades's behest, though, he did sometimes do it in human form - but that was normally when Hades wanted to cuddle.

This time, he was in dragon form, so it took a few moments for him to sluggishly get his feet under him, stretching like a contented cat, before ambling over to Hades - where he proceeded to flop on his belly next to him, kicking up a small dustcloud of sand.

"What is it?" Prometheus half-yawned. He'd been feeling sleepier than usual lately, and hungrier, something he attributed to his body protesting skipping its habitual hibernation. He'll probably perk up after another week of being awake, "You wanna cuddle? Mm, guess I can go human for a bit..."