The mattress sinks a little when Hades sits upon the edge. He trails a hand over the back of Hythlodaeus' head, smiling slightly.

"I wouldn't want you to grow fat from the privilege. Now, are you comfortable?"

He shifts further inward, kneeling beside his friend's outstretched body. He hasn't really massaged someone before but how hard could it be?

He starts by kneading the lower back, planning to work his way up to the shoulder blades.