Hades exhaled when the goddess finally let go of him. She'd grabbed him. She'd grabbed him and he hadn't stopped her, and she'd pulled him away from the river. Away from it. She could have easily pushed him in, but instead she'd pulled him away, and she'd grabbed him by the hand instead of the wrist. Hades didn't know what to make of her. She was a piece that didn't fit anywhere at all, and there was a warmth in her eyes that made Hades feel extremely uncomfortable.
“That's interesting,” Hades said. She was right about caution. He had let his guard down. He had to be more careful. He looked back at the river. Hades couldn't imagine using a fence to prevent people from falling in. Maybe a path to it, for the ghosts would help, and a designated place for them to drink. He'd think on that. He'd figure it out later. Right now he was much more concerned about getting away from the goddess so that she couldn't keep looking at him.
Hades had never heard anyone speak that much in so little time and say so little. If she'd fought in the war, he didn't really know how she'd survived. By the time she finished her battle cry, she'd be finished herself. But Hades didn't really think battle cries were a good idea to begin with. And he didn't understand why she thought he needed to tell her to be quiet under normal circumstances. It was just talk. That hardly seemed like it was something that should be regulated. If she wanted to say more words or less, that sort of minutiae wasn't really his concern. Unless the situation called for silence or speed, Hades didn't care. He didn't see why she shouldn't be able to talk as much as she wanted just because she happened to want more than most people.
“That isn't necessary,” Hades said. He was referring mostly to her offer to show him around, but thought it was a good blanket statement for everything the goddess had said. She talked a lot. She touched him. She was trying to be helpful. It was all very unexpected, and strange, and it all confused him. Hades didn't know if he'd ever been this confused. This was exactly the sort of thing Hades didn't want to deal with until he'd gotten some sort of footing on the other easier things.
He blinked at her introduction, and just stared at her hand. Philotes had shown him she was unarmed. Hades wished she was. He didn't know what to do with friendship and affection. He didn't know what to do with her. Hades couldn't bring himself to tell her to go away, but he hoped if he wouldn't take her hand, she'd leave anyway.