“Shockingly sensible.”

Or maybe not so shocking, given Hades’ penchant for carefully balancing out his own curiosity— amongst other things, to say the least.

“But good, I’d hate to let anyone in on our...private arrangement.” Spoken as he sips again from that initial glass, already slipping down to sit opposite to his far more severe companion, chilled light catching in narrow strips across the stony flooring at their feet.

The final, minuscule addition to that thought added just a beat later, ever so casually:

“Aside from Wysteria, that is.”