"Why should I know," he replied lightly. Hades asked, Phonos did. Where the god was her father, he was Phonos' lord. That meant no questions asked unless Phonos had need to do so. Which he rarely, if ever, did.

As soon as the door opened, he stepped inside, still not looking at her. Phonos could feel her near him. It wasn't the same as he felt with some others, the heartbeat and the air in their lungs, the life within them begging- screaming to be let out. That was what Murder did. No, with her it was different. It felt like a power. One he had no control over.

"Faith is irrelevant." For what is faith but blind belief in something. It relied on too much emotional attachment for his liking. "He trusts you. Trust him that his choice to ask for an escort was warranted."