[Who could have foretold that Hythlodaeus was going to take that as a suggestion to cuddle? Certainly not Hades with how he leans into him more fully, his own arm looping loosely over Hythlodaeus' waist.]

Well am I aware--though, at least for the most part, the mortals of our home worry little over such matters. Though they concern themselves with matters of race, trivial though such matters are.

[He lets out a soft sigh, letting his eyes close.]

Mayhap he will find comfort in himself under my tutelage.