Eh, from her he doesn't mind. Not that every minion should go up and pat the boss, but the heavy duty eyerolling is a little higher up on the list.

"At Thermopilae," Hades agrees, even as his narration regards that I as a potential misspelling. "And there were like a thousand Thespians and some other people there too, but all Ares ever talks about his his Spartans." On and on and on.

Okay, bodies. What's traditional to do with bodies, around here?

Hades settles for manifesting shrouds over them-- they did not stay pretty, after all.