“Oh, the truth stings, doesn’t it? But it isn’t your fault that you’re stinky, but ours! ...And especially Prometheus’... You’re the one who licked him “clean”, after all. No wonder I couldn’t smell it properly, I’ve been kissing you.”

Hades stepped carefully into the bath, not bothering to remove the towel with his hands already occupied. He remained standing as he shifted his grip to hold Azeyma properly like a baby. With his other hand he scooped up some water to let it trickle onto one of his paw-claws.

“See? Nice and warm,” Hades said gently. “It shouldn’t be too hot for you, hm? You’re tougher than the average infant.”