He ignored Demeter's words, unwilling to have the argument snowball even worse then it already was. He kept his opinion about petty Olympians to himself. It'd just be petty of him either way.
Instead he set his hand over Persephone's stomach and smiled. He said nothing just brushed his fingers along the fabric of her shirt before glancing at Demeter's retreating back. Often, he just felt sad for her.
He lowered his hand with a sigh and stepped back, "maybe you should speak to her," He offered Persephone. "Try and see if she will understand. I'm not doing any good here. Can I see you, soon?"