The beckoning nets Hades another petulant look, Hythlodaeus tensing a little again at the inner conflict of annoyance at being so easily led and, well, the fact that this is rather accurate to the kind of things he's fantasized about. In hindsight, that might have been a mistake.

He heaves a sigh, trying to get himself to relax, and gives his friend another smile.

"Oh, I suppose I must needs listen to the orders of my superior sometimes..."

Hythlodaeus leans in again, heart beating all the faster once he realizes what it is Hades intends--in public, no less, despite his earlier scolding of Hythlodaeus himself for merely trying to save himself from pneumonia. Still, at least this kiss does not seem to carry the possibility of being pushed off anything, and he did feel cheated back at the lake...

He closes his eyes as he kisses back, face flushing again, but refusing to back down. His pride has taken enough of a beating today already, and so reaches out to trace his fingers up his friend's neck, cupping his chin, then sliding his fingers into his hair.

Unfortunately, however, what this kiss carries is the possibility of being interrupted by the waiter's polite cough, and Hythlodaeus jerks back quickly, flustered and suddenly painfully aware of the fact that this is still in public. At least, the waiter does not seem embarrassed, only amused as he places their orders before them and almost mischievously wishes them to enjoy themselves.

Hythlodaeus sighs as he pours himself the tea to start with. What a day.

"I shall admit you've gotten better, but do not think you've won yet, Agesandros."