“It was,” he agreed, giving himself ideas for next time. Hades waved his hand in the air, dispersing some of his scent into the aether. He left the music in place.

“Tingly good, or tingly different from the other times?” Hades asked as Prom covered him with a wing. Life really was never as you imagined it. He laid, warm against Prometheus’ flank, feeling rather like he’d earned some rest. And a shower. He glanced around the stables, noticing that the yol had been watching them for... likely the entire time. Coming down from it all, his thoughts turned to the soul that he now idly watched.

“... So. What should we name it?”