He gave her an even look. She always thought he hated her too, but he was just tired. And old. "Last time I tried, you still ended up yelling at me. You'll still walk out hating me. It's been so many generations of this, where I have wished for some sort of compromise. And you still think I'm evil."
He set the glass down and patted Cerberus' head. "You still think I'm some sort of monster. You still think I somehow coerced Persephone into seeing me this past summer. She asked, by the way. I try, for Persephone's sake. She hates how we fight. I try because you're still my sister."
"But to you, I'm worse then Zeus. And I'm tired and old. I've cut my hand on your thorns once too many. I'll be perfectly cordial, I always have been, but don't expect me to try anymore Demeter. You despise me. That much, I've learned."