Hades? Savannah's mind skittered to the Disney film. It had been one of her favorite movies as a child. Actually, any Disney movie had been her favorite. It wasn't strange at all she had developed a bit of a princess complex.
She smiled at his description, in particular his little joke. That was, actually, the only part of the whole charade she understood. "Sorry," she told him honestly, "I was never really good at all that. You sort of lost me at Hades."
The couch was, at least, comfortable beneath her. From the easy way in which she inhabited the couch -- on her side with her bared legs tucked neatly and modestly together, her chin resting against the arm tucked beneath her head -- it wasn't difficult to imagine what her talents in high school had been.