Aza stopped gnawing on Prometheus's hair when Hades probed at his mouth, though this meant he shifted targets to said finger, latching onto it. It felt like getting nibbled on by a puppy, the chewing not painful but clearly a risk for giving a nasty bite once his fangs sharpened up a bit more. He had a full set of teeth, but they weren't quite needle sharp just yet.

"Oi, no," Prometheus scolded, pausing his brushing and grabbing Aza's snout, forcing him off Hades's finger and keeping his mouth shit as he gave him a firm stare, "Do not bite people like that."

Aza whined, but when Prometheus let go of his snout, he didn't move to chew anything again. Instead he rested his chin on Prometheus's collarbone, heaving a loud, dramatic huff as he clearly sulked, doing the dragonet equivalent of a pout.