Again, Philotes got the impression of someone who was very intelligent and thoughtful. Those were things that would work well if he really meant to lead those that lived in the Underworld. Respect was earned; it could be demanded, but if it was forced, it would always be a fickle thing, able to be corrupted or turned. But if it was earned, it was given freely, and that would be a solid and lasting thing. Lottie hoped that this god understood that.
His father hadn't.
She noticed that Hades didn't use his name. Or the title that a son would use for his sire either. It wasn't as though he was trying to distance himself by doing so. Well he was, but it was more than that. Lottie thought that Hades was doing it to make his father seem like... not a person. A thing. Something that was removed from him in every way. Given what Kronos had done to his children, Philotes could understand that inclination, even if it was a bit weird to listen to. So she chose to let that go, entirely.
Just like she chose to let go of the fact that he'd pulled away again. She had told herself to wait until he was more comfortable, it was just such a force of habit with her. Trying to reign that in wasn't terribly difficult, it was just a matter of remembering, and when they were talking and she felt passionate about something, remembering got harder. To help keep from reaching for him again, Lottie instead clasped her hands behind her back, strolling behind him.
She nodded when he said they would see, though he wouldn't be able to see that. So she repeated out loud, “Yes, we will see. And I will help you if I can.” Then she thought of a more practical application of what they'd just been discussing and blurted out, “Where are you going to put your temple?”
Because he was not going to use the one his father had left behind. Obviously.