Hythlodaeus's smile only grows even more smug at that bob of the throat - it feels so nice to have the upper hand again. He gently traces a finger up Hades's throat, as if to bring attention to the fact.

"Come now, Hades. Surely you know I've never been one to follow conventions. And I cannot help noticing you haven't answered my question yet... Or should I take a page out of your book and follow the unspoken hints?"

He lets one of his hands slowly, almost teasingly slide down Hades's body from his shoulder, stopping almost entirely once it reaches his hip.