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Zagreus ignores him. “Right, so I have a lot of questions about all this art of yours. Like, what’s going on in this one here? You look like you’re quite enjoying yourself, unless I’m reading it wrong.” He points up to the painting showing Theseus battling the smoky creature. The reply he gets is a rather-telling splutter from Theseus, “You most definitely are reading it wrong, blackguard! For your information, I fought so many beasts in life that there are too many tales to be told, even by the most devoted of bards! This particular piece shows a shapeshifter who was… rather persistent, but a battle is all that occurs!”
“Never said it was anything else,” Zagreus snickers, enjoying this, “And this particular victory just happens to be the one you chose to display outside of your bathroom?” “I have many bathrooms in this palace, so your accusation means naught! All there is to say is that I like to remember my own accomplishments!”
Zagreus waggles his eyebrows. “...Got any painting of our fights, then?” It’s not a blow to Zagreus’s pride to admit that Theseus has bested him in combat many times. Even if it was, it’d be worth it to see the blush colouring all the way down Theseus’s neck. “I can j-just see the real thing whenever I like! On top of that, your impatience would see to it that you never stand still long enough for any artist to reference you!”
