If Hades told him that story there and then, the mood definitely would've been ruined by Prometheus descending into an uncontrollable laughing fit. Of all the ways for Hades to die, falling asleep in the bath and having a heart attack was the most ridiculous and mundane. Also disturbing, because the thought of actually dying of old age... well, yes, Prometheus really wasn't ready to laugh at that yet.

Prometheus settled his arms over Hades's shoulders, humming low in his throat as he glanced over to where Hythlodaeus was leaning against the door frame, openly staring at them.

"Oh, well, far be it for me to intrude on such a romantic scene," Hythlodaeus sighed gustily, straightening up, "And I have something I should be doing..."

"Yeah, like, making sure your room has a bed?" Prometheus said, as pointedly as a knife to the ribs.

Hythlodaeus flapped a hand, "I've gotten the hint, Prom! I'll leave you two..." he stepped back, grabbing the door hand as he did, drawing out the next word suggestively, "Alone~"

"Check up on Aza for me!" Prometheus yelled just before the door shut. He got no answer, but he assumed Hythlodaeus would wander over to babysit the kid beforelong.