And Hades knew that Prometheus knew that he was keeping him in the dark. He felt a bit bad about it, of course...

"Hmm... Understandable. I've kept you cooped up on my island here, haven't I?" he petted him, frowning. "What might make you less restless? An adventure, perhaps?"

And on shapeshifting back and forth while the baby was still forming; that was an entire other kettle of fish, wasn't it? He knew that shapeshifting with a fetus as an Amaurotine didn't produce bad effects, but they had a lot of variables here. Prometheus' turn of phrase barely even affected him. "That's probably for the best. Once it's a bit better rooted, I can see what I can do to protect it."