“Well, Brother, that depends,” Zeus answered and crossed his arms over his chest. These statues, while were meant in earnest respect, were really not close to accurate at all. The longer he looked at them, the more obvious it became. What in tartarus was on Hades' statue's head? Was that supposed to be his legendary invisibility cap? Because that wasn't accurate either. It looked like a vase. Or a bowl.
The statue of Hades had a bowl on his head. Zeus wondered if the bowl was concave or if it was flat across the top.
He couldn't help himself. His arms uncrossed and a silver drachma appeared in his hand. With a flick of the wrist, he lobbed the coin at the top of the bowl-like structure atop Statue Hades' head. A second later there was a clang. Sure enough, it was concave. Zeus held back a laugh, though something resembling a snort did escape as he repeated the gesture with another drachma.
Alright, time to be serious. He'd satisfied his curiosity over the bowl atop the statue of Hades' head.
“Plenty can be done about it depending on your intentions. You say you love her, that perhaps you may wish her,” at least that was the assumption Zeus was making on the way Hades had replied to his question. “But do you wish to have her, or to have her and keep her? Neither are impossible.” Difficult when one considered Demeter was utterly and completely difficult to work with.