Prometheus crammed another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, giving Hades an unreadable look. He pulled the spoon from his mouth, licked his lips and asked with innocent idleness; "But whatever will your study partners do in your absence? With how often you study with them, one would think you'd keel over dead if you missed even a day, let alone a week."

He tried to ignore it, but he really was painfully aware of how Hades seemed to tumble from one bed/partner to the next. It didn't bother him as such (well, unless he walked in on him doing the deed), but he did feel... something about it. Hythlodaeus had been unhelpful when he grumbled about this too him, had merely said that Prometheus wasn't used to sharing his agemates with other people, but it wasn't that. For example, Prometheus didn't mind Hythlodaeus swanning into various social groups and charming everyone there like the social butterfly he had become - after getting over his crippling childhood shyness, of course. He didn't mind Hades getting a circle of admirers and friends either.

It was just...

Whatever. Hades was an adult and could sleep his way through the whole of the Akadaemia if he wanted (though Prometheus would judge him if he tumbled into Lahabrea's bed. Convocation member or not, he was like, a billion years old!). It probably was childish, petty jealousy or something. He'd grow out of it, no doubt.