Descent
Alastor narrowed his eyes at her, “But I'm sure you don't agree with their perspective or you wouldn't want me to be your mate.”
This time, Proserpina did not bother to hide her shock, “Mate...?”
A shadow passed over his face.
“Well, that one came out wrong…” Alastor muttered. But he quickly recovered, smiling easily again, “So? What should I call you?”
“Proserpina,”
Was he even listening?
He raised an eyebrow at her, “So… I take it you're named after your mother? Well, no surprise there. Hades was known to be a good husband, after all. That’s sweet.”