Hythlodaeus, without warning or consulting, catches Dirk's rear in his washclothed hand. He plops the other one on Hades' stomach with a smile.

"Hades is quite right. It is quite the treat for us, so deprived of our Sight as we are. I imagine your soul is burning quite brightly now."

Nevermind that they would both be averting their gaze slightly to accommodate that patchwork travesty. Even still, he feels that warmth in his chest as he looks down upon them in a heap. Even if Dirk insists upon sitting up and putting his glasses back on.

"Don't they make it harder to see in such a dim room? Though I suppose the sun is nearly up." His hair tickles Dirk's collarbone with how he's situated, and he doesn't seem to be getting ready to move away.