"Of course you do, this is your home," he said, purposefully misunderstanding him. He lowered himself into the bath with a drawn out moan. "Oh, how long has it been since I've had a bath?" Nowhere near as long as it had been for Prometheus, that was for sure. But sitting so still for so many weeks had left him a little stiffer than usual. Solus' damn body seemed to always ache at least a little.

Hades settled after dipping himself under the surface to wet his hair and wash the sweat from his face. He reclined back, arms on the ledge and ass firmly planted on the seat ledge. "I wonder how long we have," he said, stretching his soul out through the house like a radar. Hythlodaeus and Azeyma were still just down the hall it seemed. Not to mention that it was a matter of time before Elidibus showed up back here. The Emissary wouldn't let Hades' newly discovered power to himself, would he? Besides, he had to go deal with Lahabrea. Bah, enough of those two fools for now.

Hades snapped a bottle into existence, pouring a generous amount into the tub before he turned on the jets.