[Hades watches as Hythlodaeus undresses him with such practiced ease it's nearly comical, more impressed by his self control than anything else, however. His gaze travels from the sight of the removal of his underwear, and the gentle bounce of his not-as-flaccid-as-it-should-be phallus, to Hythlodaeus' smile.

He'd prefer if Hythlodaeus didn't notice that detail. But he is not foolish enough to believe he didn't.]

You are right, it is almost silly with it's lack of complexity, but there is something to admire in simplicity. [He almost seems as if he's outright ignoring the question, before he finally adds:] He is rather breathtaking. His body is sculpted rather beautifully, and while it has its fair share of scars, they do not detract from his allure.

Rather, they inspire curiosity, whisper hints of tales he does not share—even in moments of intimacy. Allowing the mind to wander, to fill in the gaps of their origin, of the life he's lived, the struggles he's endured. A visual splendor of his unique existence.

...Do not think ill of him, Hythlodaeus. He might be temperamental and fragile, but for a life as short as his, he has weathered far more than one should.