Hythlodaeus can't bring himself to actually meet Hades's gaze, self-satisfied that he is sure it is, nor can he quite stop himself from giving a soft half-gasp, half-whimper at the touch. By the heavens, it really is real. A part of him still refuses to believe he isn't simply dreaming - because, well, why would Hades do this, with him of all people? But Hythlodaeus can certainly see his own hands, ergo, that's not his touch on his cock. As though he doesn't know how his own hands feel, anyway.

The only salvation is Hades's last mocking remark that at least gives Hythlodaeus a chance to take refuge in being cheeky again.

"W-Well, now... Was it not my silence you were so hungry for, Agesandros? Such inconsistency does not become a teacher."