Okay, Prometheus had to admit it: he found a bit of a thrill watching Hades eager to fulfill his desires with minimal fussing. All these... centuries? Millennia? However much time had passed, and Prometheus still had him wrapped around his little finger. He purred low in his throat, not bothering to hide his pleased smugness thrumming through his soul, and took wing once Hythlodaeus was comfortably seated.

Ignoring his uncomfortably fully belly and how flying was going to give him cramps very soon, Prometheus drew level with Hades.

"So, where's this aviary?" he asked him, "It must house large birds if we're able to nest there!"