Hades was definitely made, Makaria could see that. She didn't get to see him angry very often, but she could see he wanted to get angry now.
"I know that you put me on that island so no man could have me," Makaria said, chewing on her lip and thinking about it. "But I'm grown now, and I have been for a long time. I want to experience everything, even men. Maybe women?" Makaria added, thinking about that. She should try, really. "And... well," she straightened in her chair. "I want you to know that I love you, papa, but... you don't own me and I get to make all my own choices now. This isn't Greece and isn't the underworld and I think- well, I think that now I get to do the things I want to do." A pause. "Within reason, I suppose."
Persephone was smiling just a little, the expression half hidden inside. She always knew that Makaria had spine somewhere in there. She was so accommodating all the time but maybe finally she really was learning some important lessons