Persephone and Hades

"His name is Cerberus," his voice was deep and like warm honey. I blushed once again. I haven't had that many interactions with men in my eighteen years of life. Mother had made sure of that. She claimed it was for my own good. "You know most young women would not go around petting stranger's dogs. They especially do not feel all that comfortable doing so when the dog is so big and they are so small." I smirked a little. I was definitely a little nervous but that had nothing to do with the dog and every thing to do with the owner to the side of me. "Not to mention the dead rabbit he has in his mouth," he quipped after a slight pause.