Do I want to know why you're so informed about spyware?" she asked.

Nikolaos gave her a charming, dazzling smile. "No, my dear. You do not.

Hermes, we love you," Hades said, "but you rarely do as you're told, and you always do as you wish, and I haven't the slightest idea what you'd do with an immortality fruit, but I'm sure it would be both creative and disastrous.

Hermes visited him in the Underworld a few days before the spring equinox festival, cajoling Hades to come to it.

Hades wandered across the fields with him, Kerberos limping along at his side. “No one wants the god of death at their fertility festival.”

“Sure they do. I’ve heard plenty of girls sighing over your tasty darkness.”

“Tasty darkness. Really.

A freezing cold underground river. A dark cave lit by ghosts. A man too stupid to realize you loved him. This is what you want?"

"All of it. Especially the very stupid man.

Such is the nature of compassionate being that, even when he knows that someone has made Facebook account to spy him, still he accepts the ‘friend request’, so that he or she can spy him without any trouble.

I could admire his skills, and be relieved when he was on my side in a fight. But for a rat to like the cat? That scenario ended only one way. With one dead rat.