Iris grabbed his arm and with her marker already uncapped she scribbled down a time and the name of a club before he had much chance to protest. She stepped back and smiled when she finished. She's just written on Hades, the god of the underworld, but with them all being mortal he scared her a lot less. (Hope this is okay, but i really wanted them to interact)
"What is this? What is-?" Hades looked from his arm to her and back again, wearing a confused expression bordering on a pout. "Iris," he mumbled simply, though not angrily, not upset at all, just rather quietly.
Seeing her now, he realized that very rarely had he ever dealt with her. He also realized that he might like to deal more with her.
"You realize what happened to the last girl that I tried to see, right? Because there's a very sad poplar tree somewhere in Greece who could tell you that Persephone is not one to share." Even as he said so, he felt his wife's absence. Persephone wanted space to build her own life. Hades could give her that. And maybe make a little something for himself as well.