You know, I've never seen winter in Tatarus... Or Greece, for that matter. Never actually set hoof out of Ireland before, professional reasons, just can't get away. [Somehow, and it was hard to say when, his hand had shifted, and he'd now move to try and rest it upon Zagreus's leg, the touch light but undeniably present. Present and blatantly intentional.]

I'd love to, they always say you shouldn't drink alone, after all. And it'd be so ill-advised to go against conventional wisdom. I know they took many of us on a tour when we first arrived but please, allow me to give you a more helpful one. [Because what could be more helpful than finding all the best bars in town? Literally nothing, that's what.]