He smiles, dipping his head to take a sip. It is quite awkward physically, but at the same time Hythlodaeus can't help but bask in the affection and the peacefulness of the situation, not to mention the relief he feels at having distracted Hades enough. Though the air is cold, the drink is hot, outside warmth to mirror the inner one.

"Mayhap so, but is that truly any less embarrassing than talking about tying me to the bed or having me sit in your lap?"