"Then I would much enjoy a new cultural experience," he says softly, sparing a glance towards the direction of the stairs. He stands, rigging the beaters and the bowl in such a way that they would be able to leave it unattended. Clever solution, if he thinks so himself.

"...Hades wasn't my husband yet either, and never will be now. That is likely my fault. I enjoyed being difficult with each new draft of our contract," but he says this with the sort of distant air of someone who isn't really all that broken up about it.

"You have had your coffee already, then?"