Hythlodaeus listens with interest as he sips his tea while it's still hot, feeling a brief pang of regret that he would not be able to see the peoples Hades describes. He's always been full of innate curiousity, but satisfying it at the price of their people's lives... no, it does not bear thinking about. It's so much easier to think of the new world as a different one. Not theirs.

Thankfully, there is plenty of distraction from Hythlodaeus's solemn thoughts in the way his friend avoids looking at him, the way his face grows redder. It's very amusing, and Hythlodaeus rests his elbows on the table and steeples his fingers, resting his chin on them and watching Hades with that ever-present smug smile, somehow even more infuriating than normal.

"Ah... Supreme ruler Hades, hmmm? You did seem to me to be more used to obedience now. But is it truly an eye? I thought it to be some manner of crystal ingrained in the flesh."