His office was comfortable, if not a little cold aesthetically speaking, the dark myrtle wood desk stood in stark contrast to the more modern, clean straight lines of the rest of the furnishings. On the front wall was a large black leather couch, on his right while sitting at his desk which faced the door and the couch, was a sleek bookcase that reach from the floor to the ceiling filled mostly with hard covered books, interspersed with the odd knickknack to break up the space. His desk sat against the other wall, and to his left were hung various pictures. It was quite obvious by the images that Hades had a dark side, thou there was nothing overtly grotesque or violent depicted, and the images tended to be tasteful but moody and mythical, with many of them depicting feminine figures in various stages of dress accompanied by canines, angels, and demonic type creatures. Strikingly, in the middle of all of these was a simple photo taken perhaps 30 years ago judging by the fashion, of a man embracing a woman who was cradling a baby. The baby in the picture was looking directly at the camera when the picture was taken and what stood out the most in the shot was the blackness and depth of the child's eyes.<br/><br/>Hades looked lost for an instant, he was used to having his way, commanding and controlling, giving orders that were followed without question, not in a violent or pathological way, but given his size, looks, above average intelligence and fierce determination, he rarely felt like he was on the back foot. In that moment however, he was taken aback by the casual, boldness of her offer. He straighten his torso and drew his shoulders back instinctively assuming a more dominant posture as he wrestle his mind and emotions back under control. “Dinner would be wonderful”, he responded surprising even himself, “ but it will be my treat Ms. Xanthos, I insist.”. He smiled at her and continued, “Unfortunately I get that a lot, many people seem to say that we have met before. I try not to take it as a commentary on me being a somewhat generic version of a man.”. He chuckled slightly at his attempt at self deprecating humour. “How about dinner this evening? I can pick you up after I am done here, around seven or eight?”.<br/><br/>He stared into her green eyes, as he waited for her to speak, she really was lovely, and now that he had let his guard down somewhat, his mind couldn’t help but imagining her in a more intimate manner, the smoothness of her fair skin, the smell of her neck, the touch of her hands on him and her passion. His deep dark eyes glistened momentarily, as sensual imagery swirled in his head. Outwardly he was often perceived as being cold and gruff but in the private areas of his mind Hades was passionate and sensual. He drew from this energy when he worked, channeling it into a successful business, but for the handful of unsuccessful relationships he had had over the years and his crazy hormone fueled teens, Hades had not let himself be distracted by this more carnal channeling. Kore was an exception, she stimulated these desires in him, and he knew it, though it was still unclear as to why exactly her. He had lied, when dismissing the possibility of them having met before, he felt it too, it had hit him like a spark of electric current forcing him to change in that moment or be forever lost in an foreign existence. So change he would. A man of action, is rarely caught unprepared, but when he is, he is the first to act, for fear of being caught in the tide of change without even a hand on the rudder. Hades was a man of action.