Zagreus tapped his foot in thought, hands on his hips as he contemplated that sort of way of doing things. Until recently, he'd never really appreciated the work of the House of Hades. But Zagreus had something most gods never held: empathy for mortalkind. And he recognized that it was just as important to care for mortals in death as it was to care for them in life - in no small part thanks to his conversations with Thanatos.

"And your Prince is one of these martial gods, sworn to protect the living from the dead who would cause such troubles." No wonder that talisman had made his skin itch. Zagreus couldn't help but smile. "It sounds like he and I would get along well." The fire-stepping prince then held a hand out for the sack of junk - sorry, 'scraps' - beaming wide. "Here, let me help you carry this back. It's the least I can do to repay you for burning up your talisman there."