[When will the Olympians get Twitter, just so Hypnos can watch their inevitable breakdowns in real time and tell Than aaaaall about them. Anyway, though: Ah. Not entirely unexpected—and she could be lying to him, of course; Olympians do like to play strange games, he hears, but, you know. Surely there's some degree of professional respect here?? Or so Than would like to think, even as he watches her make herself right at home. Good to know that poster in Zagreus' room is entirely accurate.]

We do what we must. There's always work to be done, in the Underworld. [Mortals always be dyin'. A beat, just for that added emphasis, before he adds, simply:] I'd like to get back to mine.

[Married to his job, this one, which is perhaps why he turns, heading to that back corner to grab his dry-ish chiton. He's going to find a way out of here one way or another! Yeah!]

Rest has never been a priority.