Prometheus laughed at Aza treating Hades like a climbing frame, the dragonet clambering out of his baby blanket to curl around Hades's shoulders instead, snuffling at his hair. Out of the blanket, Prometheus got a better look at their new son, and was amused to find that his tail was about the same length as his body. Wonder who he inherited that from, as Prometheus's own tail was quite short for a dragon.

"I think he, er, eats meat?" Prometheus said, realising he didn't know, and glanced at Hythlodaeus. He got a discreet nod. Okay. Meat, then.

Aza, meanwhile, paused his curious snuffling of Hades's pale hair at the prod to his soul. He cocked his head, his golden eyes squinting into that half-closed, happy cat kind of way as he clumsily prodded back. He recognised the feel of that soul nudging his - it had warmed him these past few weeks, bathed him in love and affection - and he now knew the soul belonged to this person. One of his parents! He sent a load of happiness and affection back, his soul practically purring.

"Mmmmrr..." Aza tried, wrinkling his snout when the words didn't come out right, and pretty much slithered off the broad shoulder to try and curl up in those warm arms again, "Mrr... mmmnn... meh!"