Others may have shrunk at an explosion of anger from the king of the dead- indeed plenty had- but he couldn't make Persephone flinch. At least, not anymore. For perhaps a decade of winters she had been so frightened of him, dreading everything about her return to the underworld. For so long, when she had still thought of herself as Kore, she had flinched from Hades with so little prompting.
"Yes," she simply said calmly. "She can hardly involve herself with a mortal boy, can she? Not when she's so strange to them all because of what you did to her."