“It’s usually Zeus who really gets around in the stories,” Gen drawled, wondering if this was someone named for Hades - or because this was a dream, the actual god of death. Nico didn’t seem to be lying, or at least if he was, he was as good as Gen was.

Fortunately, Nico seemed rather forthcoming, so Gen didn’t seem to have to do very much to get him to talk. “But my friend, you look the picture of good health! A strapping young man of - shall I say, fifteen?”

It usually flattered kids if one said they were a hair older.