Prometheus couldn't help but let out an amused huff at Hades's fretting, letting his wings stretch out and drape over Hades's back as he eased into a relaxed pose. It felt nice, Hades's soul curling around his soul, and he grunted out another plume of superheated air, his core starting to cool.

"Mm... yeah, please," he murmured, letting himself drowse off a little. He couldn't help it. He was so sleepy recently, probably because of the baby in retrospect, but, still.