Having no idea how to really sweep Persephone off her feet (she'd asked that of a man, who when forced with the decision to let her go, had tricked her into marrying him) he'd turned to his people. Maybe they knew.
He was too proud to call Aphrodite or her ilk. Their decision would be even worse, and he was above that. Surely he could manage
something
.
He smiled at Minos when he arrived and led him inside, the shades waiting to serve them. "Minos. Good to see you." He nodded in thanks to the wine and led the man into the parlor. With a sigh he sat down and set his hand on Cerberus' head. "Thank you for coming."