[That earns a laugh from Hades in turn, soft and fond, a low rumble against the back of his neck.]
I don't believe it has quite the same effect coming from you.
[Not a slight by any stretch of the imagination, however. Hythlodaeus is far too good-natured to genuinely convince anyone of his being put out unless it was the real thing, Hades is convinced, and even that has always been exceedingly rare.
He begins to steadily work soap through damp, mussed hair, fingers moving with confidence as though it hasn't been countless lifetimes since he's had reason to do this— once again, not a single beat is missed, memories of millennia together far stronger than millennia apart. Once he's through, he gently encourages Hythlodaeus to bow his head further so that he might rinse clean, still pulled flush against his back.]
Perhaps best if we both stay true to who we are, hm?
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I don't believe it has quite the same effect coming from you.
[Not a slight by any stretch of the imagination, however. Hythlodaeus is far too good-natured to genuinely convince anyone of his being put out unless it was the real thing, Hades is convinced, and even that has always been exceedingly rare.
He begins to steadily work soap through damp, mussed hair, fingers moving with confidence as though it hasn't been countless lifetimes since he's had reason to do this— once again, not a single beat is missed, memories of millennia together far stronger than millennia apart. Once he's through, he gently encourages Hythlodaeus to bow his head further so that he might rinse clean, still pulled flush against his back.]
Perhaps best if we both stay true to who we are, hm?