As a general rule, the sorts of people Charon tended to speak to fell into three categories: the dead, his siblings, and the Underworld gods. It wasn't that he disliked other gods, exactly. (Unless they were most of the Olympians.) It was simply that those three groups were the people he was constantly around, that's all.
Today, though, he was free from responsibilities to any and all of the above, unless someone happened to die and he'd be needed. He did like these moments to himself, and he'd decided he'd stop by a bookshop on the way home, maybe get a few new titles to add to his collection.
He didn't jump when the blonde tapped him on the shoulder, but it still surprised him that she chose to speak to him at all. Most gods avoided him, and he wondered if it was because he reminded them of the fact that even they would eventually die. But that didn't mean he couldn't be polite.
"Hello," he said, closing the book on the Opium Wars he'd been perusing. "I'm Charon. You're...Hephaestus' wife, right?"