(Despite him wanting nothing more than to keep his wife in his lap. He does not hold her there. Gaze following her every motion.
Even as she moves behind him, he cannot help but let his head fall back so he might look up to her. )
I often find myself at lost for words
If you speak on the behalf of shades, I will hear none of it.
They have had their judgment cast upon them. (His glaze flickers from Nemesis to the pages on his desk then back)
My patience wanes.
I have tried.
(Tense shoulders soften just a fraction as he looks at his wife. Hands move slowly to settle upon her waist.)
Each time I speak with them it’s as if Ive said more harm than good.
“I have heard you state twice you had no interest in speaking to your sister and I am in no way forcing you. . .”
His surprise is morphing into slow confusion. “What are you truly upset about?”
"It is because you are my daughter that I asked this of you." Hades returns calmly but his posture straightening is a tale tell sign that he was caught off guard by Macaria's anger.
"If I was aware it would have displeased you so, I would not have asked."









