The kiss is unexpected. Hythlodaeus's eyes widen in surprise - enjoy having taken him unawares, Hades, - and afterwards he has to press a hand to his face, trying to hide the smile that he just can't help. Such open affection from his friend is still almost surreal... He follows the light tug on his hand, skipping a little to catch up.

"Ah, if only I had confessed openly all the way back then! Truly, I was but depriving myself of your affection," he laughs, half-jokingly. The words are true, but as ever it's easier to say them under the pretense of a joke. "And if you dislike that mode of address, are you still certain you do not want me to find a nickname for you? I promise it would be a good one."