And Hades is all just silently flailing at having to have small talk
There was no polite way to extract himself from the situation, even though eh wished for one. Again he wished he had Persephone near. She was the social butterfly.
"Same," he offered. "I suspect it isn't something many people expect, no." He glanced away for a moment, idly watching a ghost pass by. Seeing how hard it was trying to avoid him he figured it was one of Hecate's. Them he could talk to. The living were so much harder.