He was going to offer an answer, up until that addition. Hythlodaeus colours instantly, staring at his friend in mute shock and embarrassment. That... That is sure a transition of topic. To give Hades his due it's not irrelevant, but it certainly is a very different angle to the situation.

It takes him a while to compose himself enough to be able to speak again. He exhales slowly, gives his friend a half-flustered, half-amused smile.

"Did you pick up the habit of such... rapid changes of subject from me? 'Tis quite disorienting to hear it from you."

Hythlodaeus's expression grows a little more serious, however, almost wistful as he gently combs through a lock of Hades's hair.

"And I believe you should already know the answer to the conditional. But what you should also know is that 'tis not sharing a bed with you that I wished for." Another sigh as he draws back slightly. "'Twas why I felt so hurt. For centuries upon centuries I knew that you only saw me as a friend, and to be offered mere physical connection over that... well. I think I needn't elaborate."