Prometheus was sort of expecting the glamour this time, so he suppressed his shudder at the latex bodysuit sensation of being squished into an unfamiliar form. He plucked a little at his dress, exchanging a look with Hythlodaeus as Hades ran his theatrics to the hilt.

Hades was really getting into this God thing, huh?

Maybe he knows he can just laze about even more with worshippers serving him hand and foot, he thought wryly, stepping up beside Hades with a short swish of his tail.

"A bit of tweaking, mm?" He murmured softly as a few yellow robed Xaela looked at him in awe, keeping their conversation private (it was in Amaurotine anyway), "What about Hyth? Can he be our official, I don't know, babysitter? But with a fancy title."