#that sucker punch of a second half pretty well quelled any thoughts of flirty fun times

[keicordelle]

I envision Hythlodaeus as a voyeur. He likes to watch and linger in other people's sentiments, outside of the bedroom as much as within. Content to sit at the sidelines and take in others' happiness. In public, he likes to eavesdrop, not to use the knowledge for some nefarious plotting, but simply to enjoy the small victories of those around them. Mundane joys, privately shared: a wide eyed child laughing freely, the clasp of a hand in another, an invitation to a candlelit dinner.

In private, he likes to watch. Hades and Azem coiled around each other, lips and limbs tangled, and Hythlodaeus on the edge, eager eyes and heated gaze upon them. A hand extended in invitation, always inviting, but he declines. He'd rather watch. For now, at least. After all, passion tastes better on the lips of another.