She smiled gently, her cheeks going faintly pink again as he so quickly forgave her blunders. A small dip of her head in appreciation for his kindness. She wasn't good at talking to men either. She never had been. Just a witch in a cave, then a witch in the underworld, not many people to talk to save kind Persephone.
"No, I.. Joshua does most of the interviews. He's the guitarist, he's good at it, outspoken, charismatic." She shrugs softly and then looks down at the bread and salads placed on the table, giving a warm smile to the grandmotherly lady. "I have a reputation for being an icy bitch. Because I don't give interviews and.. because I don't pose for photos and.. because they've never caught me with a lover." It hurt her, the tone of her voice made it clear, though she tried to hide it carefully. She couldn't entirely. She's not good enough at conversation to be a convincing liar.