"So you're his right-hand man," Lydia assessed, shaking his hand with gusto. Who wouldn't want to shake hands with a skeleton? So great! His bones were cool, and smooth, and she let go a little reluctantly, realizing that she was being slightly rude if she held on too long.

"I hope you got to talk to Merlin or Dreamfinder instead of Hades. They're the nicer ones who actually like explaining things. How much do you know?"