"How lucky for you," he says with a small laugh. "My own parents usually overcooked our food, so enraptured they would become in their own discussions." He rests his cheek against his knuckles, eyes drifting skyward as he let himself reminisce for a moment.

"You would conspire with me in order to decide what's best for him? Perhaps we have more in common than you think." This isn't a wild accusation, but Hythlodaeus doesn't even have all the context.

"However, if you want to do that in a truly clever way, you will allow Hades to do as he pleases. Whether or not I provide him with the coffee, he will seek out the comfort of its bitterness and short-lived vigor. You may banish him from that activity, but it will merely press him to another. But this coffee-seeking is only an expression of feelings and desires that he will not otherwise admit."