Hythlodaeus plants a hand under his ass and lifts him up and over his shoulder, moving his other restraining hand to a trapping one. He takes a hold of the back of his pants as an extra measure of security. He might be able to get away like the slippery eel he was, but would he do it if it risked his pants?

He shuffles to the edge of the roof and steps down a level with a less than ninja-like thud just above a sleeping Hades.