To Asphodel's keen senses, Wil sounded and smelled like exertion and adrenaline. His body language and mode of speech both seemed tense to her, likely because he was slowly coming down from his brush with death. Or the guard dog of the Underworld, as it were.
She grinned at his incredulous tone, amused, although somewhat taken aback herself.
“So, are you saying we have...” She fanned her fingers, shrugging lightly as she started piecing it all together. “The Hound of Hades wandering about the subway?”
She grinned at his incredulous tone, amused, although somewhat taken aback herself.
“So, are you saying we have...” She fanned her fingers, shrugging lightly as she started piecing it all together. “The Hound of Hades wandering about the subway?”