Hythlodaeus blinks a couple of times, a disbelieving grin on his face. Is he really?.. Yes. Apparently, yes.

But though it's surprising, it's not like Hythlodaeus has anything against the idea, and there's no reason to let Hades have the upper hand. With a playful smile, he shrugs and then sits down in Emet's lap, winding his arms around his friend's neck - as much as he's able to, with both of them wearing winter clothes.

"I would have taken this to mean that you are partial to flaunting me in public... if you hadn't gotten so flustered merely because I read you a poem. One that others would not be able to understand, mark you."