Prometheus groaned in relief when he was back to dragon form, splaying out on his belly and resting his head on his forelimbs as he eyed Hades with open interest. Dances, eh? He recalled Hades never being interested in such an 'energy intensive, sweaty activity', and made a low, churring noise of curiosity.

"I'm sure you have," he said, shifting to rest a little more on his side, stretching his hindlegs out a little, his tail lazily thumping the ground, "Did you learn any sexy ones, though?"