It may at that. Perhaps he just preferred those that spoke only when they had something to say, or in response. She was the same way to a degree and had enjoyed speaking to him as well.
Her own smile blossomed in return to his easy grin. Goddess of Necromancy, smiling so easily. Strange, no?
"Yes, a musician, but.. also the son of a muse, his aunts were the muses of the arts." With the trouble going around amidst the greeks at the moment, research could only help keep him safe. She would advise it, if she thought the elder gods had any hope of harming the new, more powerful ones, such as himself.
"I will be alright, and if I am not, you'll hear me.. wandering the tunnels, calling your name in a fit of panic."