After Persephone and the satyr walked into the restaurant, followed by some others who arrived in a jeep a few moments after them, Hades got out of his car and walked slowly towards Tekos' motorcycle.
"Tch, so she likes men with motorcycles?" he mumbled to himself as he pulled out his house key and pressed it against the bike, "I can own a motorcycle if wanted to." Hades held the key firmly in place thinking of a word to key into Tekos' bike.
Who did that satyr think he was having Persephone on a bike with him like that? How dare he make her hold him and lean against him.. Hades gnashed his teeth together as he glared at the motorcycle… and the way he was hovering over her a few moments ago and touching her hair, what was that all about? Was he her boyfriend or something?!
"Sir?…"
Hades looked up and found the satyr staring at him with concerned eyes, "umm you've been glaring at my bike for a while now, is something wrong?"
