He's in his makeshift throne carved into a rock of the mineshaft, his lair dimly lit with blue lights. There's sunglasses on his face, but he takes them off once he hears a small noise that echoes through his lair, a small noise from you.

"Get lost, kid." He says flatly, his voice a bit gravelly, and he's not even looking at you. Hades assumes you're just some random kid on the island who snuck into his underground home.