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It has the desired effect: Hythlodaeus goes red, staring at his friend - his lover - wide-eyed. Even after all this time he sometimes finds it hard to remember how shameless Hades can be in certain aspects, despite his usual and still-present shyness. It takes him a moment or two to regain his composure; then he clears his throat, closing his eyes briefly. Loath as he is to lose...

"W-Well, that is certainly flattering. But you are right, we should continue such conversations somewhere more... private. I fear the poor stand worker has enough worries on their mind even without our demonstrations."

Enjoy your victory (?).

His lips curve faintly. Mood much buoyed by the small victory, he orders a large mug of spiced wine for them to share. The vendor seems to be more than glad to send them on their way.

With drink in hand, Hades starts off in search of a bench not covered in snow. "'Tis nice to know you are capable of blushing, 'Daeus."

Hythlodaeus offers the vendor a brief apologetic smile and a bow as they leave. While he is mostly shameless, it's not as though he's inconsiderate of others.

Hades's words almost make him purse his lips briefly, but almost immediately he finds a way to turn it to his advantage... if it can be called that.

"My, my! Simply because it takes you quite a bit of effort to make me blush does not mean I am incapable of it."

"Shall I be more crude in public then? Is that your...'kink', as they called it in Duplicity?"

He smirks more openly at his friend.

He raises his eyebrows in response.

"Now, I can only guess what that word might mean."

What's a kink, most reverent Emet-Selch, please enlighten him.

Gladly, o best friend.

"A kink is a form of foreplay or sexual play that you are quite partial to. You may enjoy being bound with restraints, or being humiliated in public, or even having sex in public. Such are only a few examples of what they are."

Well, at least he can still pretend his face is red from the cold. Right? Right.

"You've certainly learned a great deal in that city, my dear Architect. And I imagine you've had plenty of chances to discover what you are partial to, hmm?"

He lifts an eyebrow, nonchalant. "And what if I have?"

Finding a clean bench, he takes a seat whilst carefully hding their warm drink and then...pats his lap. Yep, you saw correctly, Hyth. He is asking that you sit on his lap.

Hythlodaeus blinks a couple of times, a disbelieving grin on his face. Is he really?.. Yes. Apparently, yes.

But though it's surprising, it's not like Hythlodaeus has anything against the idea, and there's no reason to let Hades have the upper hand. With a playful smile, he shrugs and then sits down in Emet's lap, winding his arms around his friend's neck - as much as he's able to, with both of them wearing winter clothes.

"I would have taken this to mean that you are partial to flaunting me in public... if you hadn't gotten so flustered merely because I read you a poem. One that others would not be able to understand, mark you."

"You went down on one knee as if you were proposing all over again. Anyone would have understood the intent even if they did not understand the words."

Hythlodaeus being a head taller does make this somewhat awkward, but he manages to nuzzle his partner's neck and hold up the mug for the man to take a sip from.

He smiles, dipping his head to take a sip. It is quite awkward physically, but at the same time Hythlodaeus can't help but bask in the affection and the peacefulness of the situation, not to mention the relief he feels at having distracted Hades enough. Though the air is cold, the drink is hot, outside warmth to mirror the inner one.

"Mayhap so, but is that truly any less embarrassing than talking about tying me to the bed or having me sit in your lap?"

"Sometimes, 'Daeus, there is more worth in silence than in speech," he retorts. He takes a sip of the wine after his friend, letting the wine linger on his tongue before he swallows. "But in bed I do enjoy hearing your voice raised in exaltation towards me. 'Tis how I know I have your full, undivided attention."

Smiling smugly, he offers the mug back to Hythlodaeus.

Once again there's a deeper red hue to Hythlodaeus's cheeks than readily justifiable by the cold, but he still refuses to give up. He takes the cup, nonchalantly turning it slightly so that when he drinks it's from the same spot Hades did.

"Mm... I am uncertain if I should be flattered or worried that you think my attention can be on aught else other than you when we are together."

Cheeky. He expects it though, so it doesn't fluster him much. Instead he rests his chin on Hythlodaeus' shoulder and wraps an arm about his friend's waist.

"I remember you as being fickle and capricious. Can you blame me for feeling jealous at how easily you befriend those you meet?" he murmurs.

Ah. The subject of such jealousy is still a somewhat strange one to Hythlodaeus, but not one he particularly wishes to make too much light of in the circumstances. He smiles, though, running a finger down the side of Emet's face.

"But befriending is not the same as falling irrevocably in love. And if such doubts plague you, should I be more open with my expressions of affection?"

He flushes a little but does not look away. Only tightens his hold ever so slightly.

"I can do without another poem, but I would never refuse your overtures, my dear friend."

The blushing is adorable - who'd have thought Hades had it in him after so openly talking about their relationship? Hythlodaeus leans in closer, as though to make it all the more clear he only has eyes for his friend.

"And would you prefer those overtures to be here in public? Or once we return home, so that I truly have nothing to distract me from your company?"

Oh, hells below, why did he ever think he could win against Hythlodaeus? Hades swallows but manages to maintain his outward composure for the most part.

It's impossible, however, to keep his voice entirely steady. "Perhaps...returning home would be best after all. We can finish our drink somewhere warm."

Hythlodaeus chuckles, amused but happy - this turned out to be a rather short outing, but by all accounts he achieved his goal of distracting his friend from his grim thoughts. All that's left to do is to keep him distracted enough at home as well so he doesn't pick up his phone again - and, well, Hythlodaeus has some ideas in that area.

"Yes, I would agree. As much as it warms me to be in your arms, 'twould be doubly comfortable at home."

"You like being held, do you? I shall keep that in mind."

He already has some inkling that Hythlodaeus enjoys contact and is more than happy to fulfil that need. For now, however, he gently nudges his partner off his lap so they can make the walk home - though not before stealing another swig of the wine.

Hythlodaeus gets up with a chuckle, swiftly and gently snatching the mug out of Hades's hands to take another sip as well. Though the amount he's drunk is entirely too little to affect him, he feels curiously warm and elated - but perhaps it's merely from getting to fool around like this, as though they're a pair of youngsters.

"I am quite open to the idea of you making up for how little you've held me in the past."

"I shall cradle you like a newborn babe and rock you to sleep. Would you like that?"

The wine isn't enough to get Hades terribly drunk either but it is enough to make him somewhat bolder. After Hythlodaeus takes back the mug, he rests his hand casually on his friend's hip as they walk. There is no question that they are 'just friends' like this.

He smiles to himself, leaning into Hades slightly as they walk, the closeness and the fairly statement demonstration of their relationship making his heart flutter pleasantly.

"'Twould be a dream come true. However, I thought you planned to tie me to the bed?"

"There will be ample opportunity to do both. Since you have been denied the chance to purchase me a scarf, you may pick whether I tie you to the bed or cradle you when we return."

He is in an indulgent mood. The way Hythlodaeus' face lights up brings so much joy.

He does look more than a little happy at that, wrapping an arm around Hades's waist in turn, but he can't help teasing - then again, can he ever?

"Or mayhap I shall tie you to the bed."

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