...Hythlodaeus is indeed quite heavy. Hades certainly hasn't slacked in maintaining this particular body's fitness, but that doesn't mean he can lift a taller man than himself.

But as he's struggling to manage the weight, an idea suddenly comes to him.

With a glint in his eye, he cups Hythlodaeus' face in one hand and touches their foreheads together. Their faces are mere ilms apart.

"'Daeus, playing the fainting maiden does not become you. I think I had best find a more...productive use of that mouth of yours."

So saying, he closes the distance with a far deeper kiss, curling his fingers into Hythlodaeus' shirt. With the other man thus occupied, he slowly takes one step, two, moving as though he simply wants to devour all he can of his good friend's poise and to hell with anyone who might glimpse them. So it is that Hythlodaeus may not realise Hades' ulterior motive: not until he steps into cold, cold water.

It is then that Hades suddenly shoves him away and down, causing Hythlodaeus to topple straight into the tide.