Hythlodaeus makes a small noise of surprise at Hades being so openly physical again. He feels unexpectedly flustered, but the contact is welcome, especially right now. He lets his other hand rise, carefully resting it over Hades's arm.

The illusion of young Hades, though, shows no sign of relenting. It crosses its arms and steps closer again.

"You do not need him. He is merely good at charming people, because he has naught else to offer. What you need is someone like Azem. No less irresponsible, certainly, but at least they can challenge you. Drive you to become better. Hah... match you when it comes to creation magicks, at the very least. What has your friend here ever created? Has he ever brought aught good to the star? To his people?"

Much like the real Hades, perhaps, the shade's voice grows louder and more agitated by the end of the tirade.