"Tingly good," Prometheus rumbled, resting his head on Hades's lap. The tingly feeling was good, making him feel all warm and sluggish and drowsy. He curled up a little bit, really making himself comfortable around Hades's.

"Hm?" So, he sounded sleepy when he replied to Hades, "Name... oh. I'm not sure..."

He mulled it all over, but for some reason the name 'Hydaelyn' kept bobbing up. The name was a strange one, no clear origins for it, hmm... maybe he read it in a book? Knowing Hades, he'd probably want something traditional, though. Or... sentimental...

"Metis, maybe?" he said quietly.