He was far more polite than most. She had had her problems with proselytizing christians, teenagers, and the press since moving into her home. She had even had to speak quite tersely to a very rude photographer and his very kind model when they sought to shoot in her backyard without speaking to her first. It was unwise to be rude to the goddess of witchcraft.
Her home was the safest haven within the area for and from the Greeks. It was why Persephone had been sent to her initially.
Hecate arced a brow at the bow, though she dipped an eloquent curtsy in return. Clad in a black gauzy skirt with tattered hem, and matching tanktop with black pearl buttons and bits of tattered ruffle at sleeve and button-line and her walking boots. The use of tongue did not escape her notice but she did not find herself creeped out, wary yes, and intrigued. "Good evening."