Zagreus looks at his mentor, then his cousin. The same suspicions that have been nagging him for a while have returned. Luckily, they have nothing to do with Achilles and Hermes' romantic entanglement. Only that something is going on among the Olympians and everyone is keeping it from him. There are far too many hushed conversations behind closed doors and excuses made to shunt him off before he can ask questions.

He feels left out, and after, well, everything he's learned to despise secrets.

The prince opens his mouth, then closes it with a look half-way between disgruntled and disappointed. Achilles knows that face, and it doesn't bode well. The cloud disappears when Zagreus meets his mentor's knowing gaze. The smile that replaces it doesn't quite reach his eyes this time, "Yes, you're right. Her visits are much more rare, aren't they? And I've been meaning to ask her for more tales about Achilles, the Greatest of the Greeks."

Said hero sighs, recognizing it as a kind of retaliation; if Achilles won't let Zagreus in on what's going on, the prince will satisfy himself by prying in a different way. He beckons the gorgon maid along as he turns back down the corridor. "I'll catch up with you later, Hermes. Let's go, Dusa."

"Please eat the food before it goes cold, Mr. Hermes!" Dusa warns as she hustles after the prince.