“Isabelle, daughter of Hades.” The demigod replied, her hands going into her pockets. “What about you?”
“I am Magneto. But you may call me Erik, Miss Isabelle, ‘daughter of Hades’.”
The brunette looked at him, “It’s nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is mine, to be sure.” Erik replied with a curt nod and a light grin.