Hythlodaeus looks back at that hand, then to Dirk.

"... Was picking you up really so upsetting?" He says facetiously. He knows that isn't the problem. He sighs as he places a hand on Dirk's shoulder as he tries to reverse engineer this problem against his interesting brand of logic. His thumb comes up against his neck and he strokes there for a moment.

"You act as if there is some manner of finality to this issue of trust and understanding. We have time, don't you see? I intend for this to work betwixt us, betwixt Hades. You had not struck me as a man so willing to give up. Well... I don't give in so easily. You may want this conversation to be over, but I have more than just words for you."

His fingers slip to his collar and tighten vice-like into the fabric as he tilts his head to press their lips together.