Prometheus immediately perked up, jumping to his feet in clear excitement as he unfurled his wings and let his wing claws sink into the sand next to his forelegs. When Hades donned his dragon form, he couldn't help but intercept him when he circled near his head, affectionately bumping his snout just behind Hades's jaw, nuzzling him.

"That sounds perfect," he purred, "I haven't flown far in a long time. It'll be nice to get these wings some exercise."

Though, his dragon form wasn't built for long distance flights. His wings were powerful, certainly, but the wingspan was short compared to his body, and he was more for quick, violent take offs and short, rapid flights that ended in sharp, steep dives, like a hawk. While he could fly for a while if need be, it tended to exhaust him.

But, hey, he could manage it with Hades next to him!