He takes the proffered hand with a nod, side-eyeing Hythlodaeus' phone. There is something he wants to say, but he holds his tongue for now. If his friend gets too reliant on whatever these supposed dating conventions are, he will act.

For the time being, he remains quiet as they stroll out to the location. He's content to let Hythlodaeus fill in the silence with his chatter, offering comments when prompted. If he is embarrassed to be seen openly holding hands with his friend, he does not show it. In fact, one would think the pair of them have been together more than a single day.

Arriving at the spot, Hades halts and takes in the sight. There is a natural beauty to the place with how it has been carved out of the cliff-side. In many ways it is indeed reminiscent of their home, even if the architectural design differs from Amaurot's. The stained glass windows must be an especially prettier sight from within. He exhales quietly, wistful longing creeping into his expression.

"When did you find this place...?"