He pushes back his sleeve and holds his arm alongside Hythlodaeus'. The real counterpart to his friends' new tattoo voices a quiet snuffle, nudging the moving image with its snout. The images themselves don't quite seem to respond as the live creatures do but the pair of images weave about in tandem as though sensing the other is near.

Hades tries not to smile too openly as he watches. "They're merely animated ink, 'Daeus. I doubt they have sentience."