"No, I'm a god." That explanation rolls out very quickly, sort of like it's a thing he doesn't consider to be a big deal. Because... well, he doesn't, even though there are certainly people he's known who think it should effect the way he does things and who he speaks to.

Zagreus laughs as he shifts in the coat, trying to convince it to warm him up a bit faster. "To be fair, it wasn't much of a problem until recently. So it doesn't always stay this sort of weather, then?" The concept of weather is still a bit new to him.