Zagreus chuckles as he returns his sword to its place. “I didn’t know there were points to be earned, but I’m glad to have them regardless.” It’s sarcasm, but lighthearted sarcasm. “Although paper Cerberus probably wouldn’t hang around paper Tartarus, he’s usually too lazy to guard much of anything nowadays or nights. Getting old, the poor boy, but not too old to beg for treats, of course.”

He extends a hand for shaking. “My name’s Zagreus.”