Prometheus sat down, parting his legs with comfortable ease to let Hades kneel down there. He let his hand rest atop his friend's head, fingers curling and tangling into the thick hair as he cocked his head thoughtfully.

"...to be honest, I'm sort of used to it now," he said, "A thousand years or so is long enough to adjust."

And, also, Prometheus was never overly concerned with what lay between his legs, anyways. Yes, back in Amaurot, he officially put himself down as a man, but he never gave it much thought beyond that. Besides, it was an interesting new thing to experiment with, and with Creation magic denied to him, Prometheus had to get his kicks from somewhere else now.

"Besides~ you seemed to enjoy this set up when I'm in my dragon form~"