Todd sighed. The Gods he was meeting these days, they were all so damn formal, which wasn't his way of dealing with anyone. God? High five the man, offer him a glass of rum and a cigar - that's what he would have done years ago. Mortals? Dance with them, drink with them, possess them. Not saying one's name with folded arms and a deadpan expression on his face. And the language. Fucking formal. What was wrong with going with the times a bit?
But he still couldn't help but chuckle at him. "What happened to just saying hi, man? That's what people usually say. Not ..." He mimicked the other man's body language and tried to look stern. "Hades." A beat of silence passed. "Kiss me now," he said in a breathy voice and with a silly expression in his eyes that clearly stated he was joking. Such was his way. Being a god of death didn't necessarily have to involve doom and gloom.