Hades gets a treat - namely, the very badly concealed desire in Hythlodaeus's eyes, so obvious in his hurried breathing, the flush on his cheeks, the way he digs his fingers into his friend's skin. The look on his face is very much like the one Hades had the chance to glimpse back at the cafe after teasing Hythlodaeus so much and then drawing back. He certainly really wants.

But however caught up in a whirlwind of passion one might be, there are still considerations to keep in mind. Hythlodaeus bites at his lip frustratedly, forcing himself to draw back a little, trying to keep his breathing even.

"Only if you have done your shopping, Hades. I assume you have things ready, given how often you see Felih, but if you do not... the point is moot."

He almost pouts. Curse this land that took away their powers--life is so much easier when you can just conjure whatever you need out of thin air rather than go through the bother of getting dressed, going to a store and dealing with the embarrassment of the cashier and other customers knowing what you're up to.