[He looks down at him as his braid tumbles down over his shoulder. He had put it up for this... But, well. Even Hades loved to hold it and play with it. The tie for it is just right there, Johann. It wouldn't be hard at all...]

That makes perfect sense to me. The willful handing over of control is... a very intimate exchange, isn't it? If you want the reigns, you can take them.

[Now... Now that it all is really beginning in earnest, he thinks, his blood begins to move. He reclines next to him, propping himself up on his good arm, injured one still tucked away though his fingers peek out.]

...Though as indisposed as I am, the difference in strength is much less dramatic, perhaps.