"Poor Persephone." He stared down his nose at the god. "That must be hard on her if that's what gets you off." I wrinkled my nose. "If her name drips from your forked tongue one more time, I will rip it out," Hades promised, voice deadly low. Was his tongue really forked? His lips curled up on one side. "What? You don't like me talking about your wife?" He looked over at the three of us. "Is abduction as a means of marriage still all the rage these days?" Seth arched a brow. "Uh... no," I said, shaking my head. "It's really frowned upon."