Hades smirks at the antics of the hellhounds.

"Fiery soul-hunting creatures they may be, but everyone forgets that they're as attention-seeking as any other dog."

A particularly large one trots up and butts its head against the god's leg, staring up at him. He laughs and scratches its ears, causing the hound to close its eyes in bliss and let out a deep rumble of contentment.

"What form do you prefer to take? I can accomodate most shapes."