" so, you would have me call you... hades, then? " the name feels odd on her tongue, a sensation so very unlike anything she has ever experienced. it felt personal, intimate, as if it were not meant for her ears, nor mouth. and yet, emet-selch's— no, hades' words were clearer than they had ever been. she was to call him hades. she hesitates. almost goes, are you certain that is your wish? but refrains in the end, opting to instead continue unpacking her bag for the night. she does not look at him when next she speaks, " all right, hades. " nose wrinkles, just a tiny bit, and she can't help but laugh a little awkwardly. that'll more than certainly take some time getting used to. but, get used to it she could. at the very least, it did not leave a bitter taste in her mouth that the title of emet-selch did. it was an improvement for sure. " gods, that feels weird. "