Luna didn't know who she'd been expecting, but it was not Hades, Lord of the Dead, Gothest of Olympians- not that this man before her looked exactly goth, but what was more goth than death?
"My Lord Hades," she said with respect, because she had learned quickly that all the Olympians should be shown respect. (Even when they're being arrogant pieces of shit, Peitho had told her early on, it pays to keep in their good graces.
Luna took his offered hand and felt like she'd definitely worn the right dress for this sort of meeting. "You don't need to replace my drink," she assured him. "If anything, I should be buying the drinks to make up for your wet clothes."