"Uh, oh, stars, you've put me on the spot now," Prometheus flustered, unsure on what to do with all this focused attention. There was some fear there, the fear of someone more powerful than you existing in your midst, but there was also excitement and awe and fascination. These tiny little humans, Xaela, whoever... they reminded Prometheus of little children, gasping in delight at simple Creation magic...

"Well... I'm kinda hungry..." he muttered under his breath, then told Hades in Amaurotine, since he seemed to be their spokesperson, "I want, like, a food offering, a big one. The size of a cow at least. I'm starving."