He liked him well enough, but Perseus was Zeus's spawn after all. Hades didn't mind teaching him a lesson, just like the last time they met.
Looking down at him expressionlessly, he said, "Perseus, why are you hanging around with a bunch of mortals?"
"I was eating..."
Perseus offered an explanation, then looked at Hades in surprise. "How do you know my name? Who are you?"
Hades was briefly speechless. He had already announced his name when he appeared; saying it again would make his intelligence seem to be on Perseus's level.
He snorted. "Perseus, of course I know you. You are Zeus's descendant left in the mortal world, a noble Half-human, Half-god. They are unworthy of drinking and chatting with you."
It was a very simple attempt at sowing discord. Hades eagerly anticipated the outcome, just as when he came to Argos City-State and personally dealt with those who had blasphemed Zeus—was that truly out of kindness?
Give him a break. He wished Zeus would work himself to death on a cow.
This was also an attempt to sow discord: elevate Zeus high above all else, then demean humanity into the dust, thereby intensifying the conflict.
Whether they sacrificed the princess to quell Zeus's wrath or stubbornly refused and ultimately became food for the Sea Monster, no matter what the people of Argos chose, the conflict between humanity and Zeus would only worsen until it became irreconcilable and one side was destroyed.
Rationally, Hades leaned toward humanity being wiped out. The disparity in strength was simply too great.
Yet some voice deep within told him not to underestimate humanity's potential. If they truly fought, Zeus might well be driven from his divine throne in disgrace.
If that happened, things would get interesting.
"I'm Zeus's son!?"
Perseus couldn't process this