Prometheus toyed with being contrary, just to wind Hades up a little, but really, he could do with a bit of physical closeness with his agemate. Sighing loudly, he made a show of grudgingly sitting down on the bed next to Hades and tucking himself against his side. It was warm and comforting, but Prometheus made sure not to let such emotions trickle through his soul's borders.

"I'm not being cruel," Prometheus grumbled, "And if they throw me out, I'll go and live in the woods or something. Become a wildman."