Zeus let silence linger between them for a long moment while he thought. Hades... proclaiming love of his niece. That was interesting. Somehow he had always thought of his brother as the type to not really take interest in anyone. Apparently, Zeus was wrong. It was alright, in this instance he was perfectly fine with being wrong. “Love her?” He asked rhetorically and gazed upon the statues some more.
Love was a funny thing. Zeus loved many with varying degrees of intensity. None as much as he did Hera, but in him even that affection didn't keep him from straying from their bed. But in a man, love was a thing of the heart, not of the loins. So no matter his infidelities and Hera's wrath, he loved her above all others.
And there were others. Many, many others.
He scratched at his chin once before tipping his head in Hades' direction without looking at him. “Do you wish her, then?” That was probably the important question and the obvious one. This was what Hades had sought him for. The next question was if Hades wished to have her or to have and keep her. The distinction was important. The former, well, Zeus could give advice on how to accomplish that with Demeter being none the wiser.
The latter however, was a more complicated matter. First, he needed clarification on what he wished of Persephone.