As much as he tries not to show it, Hythlodaeus sucks in a quiet breath and almost shivers at the suggestion and the touch, the blush on his face much more prominent now. By the heavens, when did his friend become like this? Hythlodaeus almost curses his fate that did not lead him to that city as well - losing to Hades in a game that was supposed to be his stings more than he would care to admit, even if it's not exactly an unpleasant manner of loss. But a loss all the same.

In retaliation, he closes his eyes and takes the hand that Hades--Agesandros so unwisely brought to his face, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his fingers.

"Why, certainly... But I fear I might find it, ah, hard to keep my attention on the lecture. Will there be a quiz afterwards?"