Prometheus hummed into the kiss, his draconic instinct briefly rearing his head as he bumped his nose against Hades's in an approximation of a nuzzle.

"Yeah, I do," he admitted. The house was lovely, perfect, really, and he couldn't see himself wanting for anything. They could live a lavish lifestyle in isolation, marred only by Lahabrea and Elidibus coming to visit to... probably disapprove of them playing house, or whatever. He still felt a niggle, a something like 'we're procrastinating from the issues' but... well, fuck it. They can procrastinate for a bit longer. Until Aza was an adult, maybe...

"I'll like it even better," he murmured, kissing Hades gently, worrying his bottom lip briefly, "If we take that bath for a test run. Has it got a jacuzzi mode?"