[After that lengthy explanation, Hades was allowing himself to bask in Hythlodaeus' doting once more, letting his eyes close as he wets his hair and talks. His mouth quirking into a smile at the gentle compliment, though his eyebrows raise a little at Hythlodaeus' comment on his more successful approach.

Idly, he wonders if it has to do with the horse drawings. Dirk ever was an appreciator of the arts. He'd have to be, if he were to be Hades' lover, after all. But then Hythlodaeus' question actually makes him open his eyes and look at him, his eyes scanning over Hythlodaeus for a long moment—then it clicks.]

...Ah. There is a man from Dirk's past whom favors the color. Mayhap it serves as a sore reminder of him. Why do you ask?