This was strange for her, but according to what mythology she knew, this wasn't that unusual. Gods became infatuated until they got what they wanted then cast aside the object of their fascination. Sometimes in ways that were fatal, or worse. Look at poor Medusa. Raped. Blamed. Then deformed. Maria couldn't help but wonder how long this would last.
However, there was no denying his charm. Maria was no fool, but maybe just this once she could give in a little. So she didn't resist being pulled against Hades, and chuckled at his indulgence. "I promise not to let it go to my head."