Chronos turned to look at her as she moved to catch up with him, his eyes drank her in from head to toe and a grin curled his lips.  "Prefect" he purred licking his lips focusing on her breast and covered sex his lust for her growing once more but forcing himself to wait a little longer. He was a god, not a monster and he should let her mourn her husband for a heartbeat before moving on to the next thing. Which was him of course, and he knew from watching Hades and her relationship grow, all Chronos had to do was bed her, over and over again force her body to accept him and his actions and she would toss away any lasting hope she might have for Hades to return. He started walking again heading towards the throne room, the throne itself destroyed from Chronos first attack having known long ago Hades would never freely give it up especially if it meant leaving his prized wife behind. In the truth of it Chronos didn't want a gentle acceptance that Hades was being usurped off of his throne, he wanted to prove a point and destroy the god utterly so he'd have no power or desire to return. Which was Chronos' last curse sending the god turned human away without his memories. With a wave of his hand, Chronos rebuilt the throne mixing in the bones of the old one and adding with it clocks from his own realm on time and space, fastforwarding the time it would take for his throne to be made before taking a seat and snapping his fingers for some music to play.  "Dance" he told Persephone, giving her his attention once more since arriving into the room.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~*~​</div>He let her, the strange woman help him back into bed, telling him he was weak and confirming the thought that had crept up in his mind and he knelt there as if to a unforgiving god who'd turned his head away from the begging man. Hearing the woman's voice made him yearn for something...he wasn't sure what but it made this broken weak man trust the woman easily, helping her pick him up and move back onto the back.  "Please..." he said, his voice hoarse from being left unused it felt scratchy against the sore tight throat as it came through to reach the kind strangers ears. He was hoping she would understand that he would appreciate both items she offered him, he tried to look at her in a show of his gratitude for her help and kindness, though his eyes still refused to open at least with the pain in his head still strong and demanding.  "Food...pain...." he tried his voice again wanting to try and put his desire into words but finding that talking aloud to be a slight chore only hurting his throat with each word he let his head drop feeling defeated at his inability to communicate with the woman he could sense being close by. He shifted his head to look in towards her, or at least where he thought she was and nodded his head, making the smallest of motions to keep the thumping drum that was his brain appeased and thank the woman as best he could for her help.