Hades flushes a light pink and clears his throat loudly. A sense of internal squirming comes across though his hands continue to work on the muscles of his friend's back. Though he is unpractised at this, his hands are at least firm. If Hythlodaeus is in any discomfort, he will immediately know.

"I'm not sure I have the fortitude to help you burn off so much energy," he mumbles.

Unfortunately, his mind brings up memories of his time in Duplicity and the all-too-frequent trope of 'massages' being used as a euphemism for sexual acts - or even as a precursor to them.

Further embarrassment filters through and he presses his lips together, trying to will his stray thoughts away.