"By the threads of fate," Persephone said as she leaned in to kiss his throat, "we are one." He never had to fear about not having her: even if she somehow no longer loved him desperately, she was more bound to him than she was to her own self. Demeter and Hades, Persephone's twin compass points.
Persephone sat back up, hands still holding his, and said, "you can worry about all of this later. For now let me finish telling you the story about what Dionysus did with the zebra..."