That's another small victory in Hythlodaeus's book, and Hades (pardon me, Solus) should be able to read that in his expression. Even if Hythlodaeus really is mistaken, it does seem like he tends to attract a certain kind of person.

"Just a moment, esteemed customer! One cold mint tea coming up." Hythlodaeus reports happily as he pours a glass of said tea and drops a couple of ice cubes into it. Those are more for show than anything; his mastery of aether might be nothing to write home about, but controlling the temperature of a small drink is well within Hythlodaeus's abilities. Once done, he holds the glass out.

"There you are, Solus."