Hythlodaeus exhaled noisily, "I quite like my current form, thank you."

Dragons were intelligent, and he had no doubt Prometheus and Hades's child would be doubly so. Probably a menace too, but one able to reconcile Hythlodaeus's human form and bond with him. There were, after all, reports of dragons bonding with humans before all the... Ishgard stuff.

"I'm adjusting well enough. I'm alive, without knowing how but grateful for it all the same," he said carefully, remembering Prometheus's earlier warnings to 'not rock the boat'. He respected Prometheus's wishes, of course, but he had still picked at and investigated his own murky memories and pieced together slips of information Hades let out in unguarded moments. He kept those quiet, "My Creation magic is the hardest part... I can't make anything more complicated than a tea kettle, and even then it exhausts me. Making things the mortal way, it's... interesting but strange..."