Cerberus stiffened briefly when Jonathan tried to hug her, unsure how to react to such a foreign gesture. As he wrapped his arms around her thick neck, however, all three heads lifted slightly, exposing their wet noses to him. It wasn't exactly a friendly response, but it was better than outright violence. Slowly, tentatively, left/Mary leaned into the embrace first, nuzzling her nose against his chest. She let out a quiet whine, more of a question than anything else – asking for more contact, seeking validation. Right/Masha continued to growl menacingly, her eyes never leaving Jonathan's form. Though she didn't move closer, neither did she pull away completely; instead, she stood rigidly upright, ready to strike should the situation escalate beyond her tolerance levels. Finally, middle/Madeline remained still, observing carefully from her perch high above them. While she hadn't shown any signs of discomfort during the exchange thus far, she kept one eye trained on the entranceway leading deeper into Hades – always prepared to spring into action should danger threaten either themselves or their newfound master.

The combined smell of sulfur and burning flesh mixed with the musky undertone unique to demonkind filled Cerberus's nostrils, causing her entire body to tremble involuntarily. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before – this strange mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. Left/Mary whined again, her tail thumping harder against the ground. This time, Middle head reluctantly joined in, though her movements were much slower and more hesitant compared to her sister-head's eagerness. Right/Masha continued to growl ominously, but her posture relaxed just fractionally – enough to reveal that perhaps, somewhere beneath layers upon layers of rage and malice, there lay a small seed of curiosity or maybe even… desire? As they savored this rare moment of closeness with someone outside of their usual domain, each head took turns leaning into Jonathan's embrace, allowing him brief glimpses of their fanged maws and glittering red eyes. Their rough tongues darted outward, tracing delicate patterns along his exposed skin, leaving behind trailblazing marks of saliva that quickly evaporated into thin air.