"Of course not!"

"Are you gonna?"

"...maybe. Someday."

"What made you realise?"

He lifts one hand up to the side of his face and pulls his glasses off, making them visible again. "She made me these. They... help with sunlight."

"...I've never seen anything like this before. —wait, put them back on."

He does.

"—can you not make them visible while they're on your face?"

He can.

"...man you look hot with these. Eighty percent sure she made them to look good on you on purpose."

"...I 'look hot' in them?"

"Yeah. No idea what it is, it's like this weird alternate universe jewellery and it works. I mean, you already look incredibly hot all the time anyway, whenever I see you I want to—"

"Shut up." Blushing again.

"Why don't you make me?"

And this is the invention of the "make me" trope.

Elsewhere, someone is filling out and submitting forms! First one: she is really sick of people not being able to pronounce her name, so in fact she will submit a form about accepting/abiding by the name ‘Elpis’ instead. This doesn’t require any kind of approval or anything, the general consensus of the Underworld is that she can be named whatever she wants, but she does like having the tidy paper trail. It’s a neat way to disseminate the information quickly.

Then, for the harder one! This is a work proposal for recording of security footage of Prince Zagreus’s escape attempts. Located from his shoulder. As in, she just goes with him and keeps track of the damage he does. Without direct interference in either direction, though with a clause that she will probably still talk because she is herself.

After submitting this one, she waits to be inevitably called to Hades’s office. It shouldn’t be long.

It's not.

"What are you trying to accomplish with this?" he asks without preamble.

“I think it will be much more helpful to the overall efficiency of the improvement of the Underworld’s security if you can directly see what exactly Zagreus is doing, and get immediate information about which parts exactly he’s ransacking, instead of having to come back later and pick up all of the pieces and figure it out from what’s left behind,” she says, brightly.

"And why would you want to help with that? Do not think I have missed the fact of your dalliances with him."

“A couple reasons! One being that there are in fact things in Tartarus I don’t want getting out, I’ve read the archives and no thank you. But I also want to run rampant on the surface doing various hope related things, and think that my best shot is probably to just be carried up there by the expert. And also I think Zagreus would like the company.”

He narrows his eyes. "...'hope related things'."

“Relating to mortals. Stop plagues, end wars, save lives, maybe introduce antibiotics, generally lessen Than’s workload and poach from him more indirectly instead of just directly.”

"That seems like it is entirely outside my jurisdiction." The request form floats up in front of his face again and he rereads it then sighs and signs it. "Very well. But if you aid Zagreus in any way you will also be hunted."

“I would expect nothing less!” says Elpis, brightly. “Thank you for your time and attention.”

"NEXT!"