He yelps as Emet-Selch throws his weight onto him, then wrinkles up his face as chocolate is smeared over his cheeks. But he soon straddles Emet-Selch's lap and leans in, wiping the chocolate on his face onto the other man's in return.

"Never." He starts trying to reach for the chocolate behind his back, still giggling. "If you're worried I'll win with the chocolate, you can say so..." There's surely no other reason Hades would keep the chocolate from him, after all.