"Of course you'd want to have some sort of contract on child-rearing..." Prometheus muttered under his breath. Hades always had been rather keen on documentation and legal papers back in the day, probably due to his office but stars, did Prometheus hate it. Maybe they could compromise by doing what Mentor Metis used to do: the gold star chart. Good behaviour meant a gold star, and enough would culminate in a prize, bad behaviour would retract one...

As Prometheus fished through his foggy childhood memories for childhood rearing tips from Mentor Metis, Aza had stopped sulking. He was instead watching Hades brush out his tail with heavy-lidded, sleepy eyes, his soul feeling somewhat groggy.

"Zeee...?" Aza mumbled, sticking his tongue briefly as he stumbled over the word, "Zeeeya... Zee... ya ya..."