Oh, Hythlodaeus is so terribly smug, and certainly Hades can feel that through their bond, happiness and affection mixed with self-satisfaction. He nuzzles into Hades's neck, getting cozy in his arms again, even if it only lasts for a while before he's deposited on the bed. Almost immediately, Hythlodaeus stretches like a contented cat, giving a pleased hum.

"You know, I could get used to being carried everywhere. And being told I'm the love of your heart."