[He opens his mouth to reply to that first part, but then freezes, watching Hades's hand, his breathing speeding up, fingers beginning to tremble. That peculiar dizziness fills his mind again, tainting Hades's caring words with remembrance of that sickly-sweet voice, hiding sadism under an obviously faked veneer of affection, because it was more fun that way, because it was amusing to watch how desperate Hythlodaeus was to let himself be deceived and escape a little bit of horror...

He scrambles away from Hades, chest heaving in anxiety, stares at him wild-eyed. He feels sick.]

N-No. Don't. Don't touch me. Don't--