Hythlodaeus gives a fond huff as he watches Hades drop his vest off the bed. Though he's still flustered by the situation, his chest rising and falling under Hades's hand rather faster than it normally would, it's incredibly comforting to see that despite the context there isn't much actual difference between this and their usual banter, alternating jokes and affection.

"Speaking of censure... You once scolded me for leaving my mask in your office, and now you are content to leave your garments on the floor? How things change, indeed."

He returns the kiss, face pleasantly flushed, slipping Hades's shirt off the man's shoulders, and laughs once he has his breath back.

"Come now, what did I do this time to deserve the name-calling? Steal your heart?"