Prometheus's mounting was a little less graceful than Hades's, but he managed to sit in the saddle behind his partner well enough. He scooted close, ignoring the bump of Hades's... tail (heh) pressing against his hip bone as he wrapped his arms around his waist.

"So, these people are still in the nomadic stage of their society development?" Prometheus asked curiously when the horse began a very gentle, careful trot, "That's interesting..."