"Not really," Prometheus admitted, scratching at his jaw as he tried to remember back to those days, "I think I just slept all the time..."

He watched Aza make a mess of Hades's hair. He wasn't sure if he was teething so much as enjoying the texture of gnawing on Hades's hair, a fascination that started to shift to one of Hades's ears. Curiously, Aza nipped at it with his tiny kitten teeth.

"Ah," Prometheus made a sharp noise, "Don't bite people, Aza."