[traitor that it is, her stomach growls at that precise moment. gods are not meant to need food, but persephone is used to living among mortals, and their habits have become hers. dinner, for example, is a must.]

I suppose I am. [the gates are closed until tomorrow. she balks a little at that, and walks up to him. not close enough to touch, but...closer.]

I still - do apologise, for wandering into your realm like this. I would enjoy taking you up on your invitation, however, Your Highness.