“And then we would still have to figure if it wanted meat or milk...”

Oh no, so cute...

Hades chuckled warmly, taking his paws in hand to administer more snout kisses. The kiss itself was nothing extraordinary, but figured that it might be how brightly his soul glowed whenever he gave his son affection. He paid Hythlodaeus no mind, locked in his world where it was just him and little Azeyma. He kissed each of his little paw pads and pressed his forehead against his snout.