Hades felt great. He had thought of the perfect way to show his son he loved him. He had never been good at expressing his feelings for him, but it was time he did.
He would offer Nico a zombie chauffeur. A French zombie chauffeur. He couldn't drive Nico himself, being too busy ruling the Underworld, but he'd get a zombie to do it. It was a great idea. Zombies were much better drivers than humans. And he wasn't just any zombie who could drive, but a professional racer in his life. He'd be driven anywhere he wanted, and know his father loved and cared for him. What more could a child ask for?
"Here's zombie chauffeur, son," he told Nico when offering him the chauffeur. "To show you that I love you." Nico was staring blankly at the undead driver in amazement.
"He's French," Hades continued. Maybe his son didn't understand. "Because French is the language of love, you see." A nice touch on his part. "And I love you, son."
Nico then stared at his father, looking equally dumbfounded.
"Now you can make lots of friends, and cruise around town with Jules-Albert," Hades finished, smiling at his son. Who wouldn't want to be friends with Nico after finding out he had a French zombie chauffeur?
Nico closed his eyes in utter embarrassment, muttering, "Zeus have mercy."
Hades smiled. Jules-Albert had taught him that, in French, merci meant "thank you". "You're very welcome, son."