All things considered, Hythlodaeus is pretty proud of his own restraint in the circumstances - his reaction could have been quite different had this manner of proposal been sprung on him suddenly, but with the previous exchange it's much easier to anticipate the kind of things his friend might say. He "only" sucks in a shuddering breath, his eyes sliding shut, forces himself to breathe out slowly, his hands tensing as he tries to avoid digging his nails into the wood of the table or into his own skin to relieve at least a little of the tension. But that would be an utterly ignominious loss, one that Hythlodaeus would never live down. And damn the thoughts that maybe he's enjoying this.

He withdraws his hands as well, folding his arms and opening his eyes to fix Agesandros with as smug a look as he can manage under the circumstances.

"May I have some study material, then? You would not be so cruel as to simply spring the examination on your poor unprepared student, would you?"

By the heavens, the self-satisfied look on Hades's face annoys him so much in a way none of his friend's other expressions ever have. What's equally--if not more--annoying is the realization that he could want that much. It's not as though Hythlodaeus has never thought of his friend in that light, but there is an ocean of difference between working himself up into a fantasy and the man actually flirting with him.