Aza didn't seem overly pleased about being called stinky, lifting his hindlegs and tail and curling up like a furry armadillo, narrowing avoiding his toes getting dipped into the warm water. Narrow, golden eyes squinted up at Hades in a full blown sulk, Aza's tongue poking out in a defiant blep.

"Nnnnh- nnyah!" Aza protested loudly.

Prometheus laughed, lounging against the side of the bath and not helping Hades in the slightest, content to just watch the situation unfold, "I don't think he likes hearing he's stinky, babe."