There was a list of stuff that mattered, but Prometheus wasn't going to get into it. He'd noticed, over the past few weeks, that whenever he asked Hades about the state of the world, or the details of their rejoining plan, Hades always found something to distract him with, or talked in such a confusing circle they ended up on another topic entirely. Prometheus wasn't dumb, he knew he was being left out of the loop for some reason.

But. He wasn't sure how to express that without putting Hades on the defensive, and with all this stuff now...

Hrm.

"I don't know, I guess I feel kinda restless," he said, deciding for a half-truth instead, "And wondering if I should stay as a dragon until the baby finishes cooking in the oven. I mean, I dunno what effect it'll have if I shapeshift to human form... might fuck things up a bit."