Now, normally, dragons wouldn't find anything attractive about a mortal's form or how it moved. They were attracted to the soul and, of course, to draconic characteristics like lustrous scales and powerful hindquarters and beautiful patterns, things like that. But Prometheus wasn't a normal dragon, still retained his appreciation for a humanoid form (Hades's, specifically) and was transfixed by the sensual, swaying movements, the glitter of gold from shifting jewellery and the flutter of too-thin silk.

A glimpse of his inner thigh there, a near glimpse of Hades's privates from beneath the silk, the arch of his back and strong movements of his legs, mm, yes, Prometheus very much liked it.

He let out a noisy breath, nostrils flaring as he shifted slightly, his interest becoming very obvious when his sheath opened slightly, the very tip of his cock protruding as his tail started to rhythmically pat the ground, almost like the wagging of a very pleased, happy dog.