Prometheus grunted when Hades dumped the sopping wet dragonet against his chest, automatically grabbing Aza before he tumbled back into the water. Immediately, he got a wet nose against his cheek and Aza chewing on his hair, his little claws digging into his collarbone. He was... surprisingly heavy.

"Argh, no- Aza," he tilted his head, vainly trying to free his hair to no avail, and quickly gave up with a sigh, "My hair..."

"Digmnnngiigi..." Aza said around a mouthful of locks, giving a very hard tug, and then turned to look at Hades with a very pleased look about him.