"Mmm, yeah..." Prometheus mumbled breathlessly, taking a moment to just sit on the edge of the bath in a nice, wobbly daze, stretching his legs out and making a face at the mess he left on his stomach.

Without even waiting for Hades to say it the temperature was good or not - honestly, Prometheus was so used to freezing icemelt that anything would be considered hot to him - he lazily slipped into the bath, grunting as the warmth seeping into taut muscles and lowering himself until only his face from his nose up was visible. He blew bubbles.

Mmmmm... okay. Yes. This bath was perfect...

He rose up enough to mutter; "I live here now."