"We're not kidnapping these poor men to be my servants," Prometheus sighed, heaving himself onto his feet and languidly stretching, "But fine. Let's find a place to live like people. Have you any ideas where exactly you want to build this house of yours?"

Aza at that point decided he wasn't sleepy anymore, and was squirming again in Hades's arm, his tiny claws digging into his shoulder as he lifted his snout enough to start chewing on a lock of Hades's hair.