The girl was an image of Aphrodite. The white accentuated her skin and brought out her hair and eyes. He would have gawked if it was fitting of him. And if he still had room for pleasant emotions. All he really felt now though was agitation.
"Shaye, are you born of Aphrodite or simply serve her? We do not get many of your kind in my master Hades realm."
Despite not wanting to present himself, he was in the presence of a possibly powerful servant of the gods. Manners were in order. So with a flourish of his hand he gave a bow and then straightened himself. "I am Johannes, bard and messenger of lord Hades, and communicator for his servants."