If Persephone hadn't asked those questions while Hades had sat there frozen, then he might have gone all fiery pits of the Underworld, the man's going to rot in Tartarus. But by the time he could even speak again, Persephone had very pointedly phrased it in such a way that if he got all raging mad now, he was the dick-
"Makaria-" He honestly didn't know what to do. He wanted to rush out there and break whomever had did this into tiny little pieces, and rage shuddered, just under his skin.
But he wouldn't have his daughter thinking that he was angry with her. "I want you to be happy," he finally said, though he said it quietly and it took a great deal of effort. As soon as Makaria wasn't around, Persephone was going to have to listen to his hissy fit.