There's no rush at all. [Hythlodaeus assures him in a light tone, almost gentle with it as he takes in the sight of Hades squirming and shifting under him. It's... cute, he thinks fondly, giving the thigh under his palm an firm squeeze by way of admonishment for all this wriggling and protesting.] As for the stickiness... 't is hardly an obstacle, unless you have a pressing need to clean it up.
[His head tilts, and he smiles that mischievous smile of his.]
You should have no trouble with bringing forth a washcloth to tidy yourself to your satisfaction.
[Creation magic requiring clarity of thought and being somewhat of an exacting endeavour, Hythlodaeus knows well that his current activities are keeping Hades from being able to do just that very thing.
He does, though, briefly pass his gaze over the man's wings and a tiny frown of concern flickers over his face.]
Are you uncomfortable? Sit up if you must.
[He might like to get a better look at those wings if given the opportunity, in any case...]
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Date: 2024-07-31 12:18 am (UTC)[His head tilts, and he smiles that mischievous smile of his.]
You should have no trouble with bringing forth a washcloth to tidy yourself to your satisfaction.
[Creation magic requiring clarity of thought and being somewhat of an exacting endeavour, Hythlodaeus knows well that his current activities are keeping Hades from being able to do just that very thing.
He does, though, briefly pass his gaze over the man's wings and a tiny frown of concern flickers over his face.]
Are you uncomfortable? Sit up if you must.
[He might like to get a better look at those wings if given the opportunity, in any case...]