[It's hard to say. Something so delicate and elegant, something often hidden behind Persephone's hair, something he still regrets crushing between his fingers...

He pulls the necklace off after a few moments(why does it have a buckle???), setting it aside and leaning in to kiss the newly freed skin as his hands try to return to his work beneath Persephone's skirts.]

... How much you have changed. Is this what this place does to you?