[Quick to pick up the cigarette that had fallen on the floor, he offers it back to Jonas, only reminiscing with some fondness about the startling way Hypnos woke up every time he walked too close to him in the hallway he presided, his parchment juggled between his hands in a fumble. The smile is there, always, its tentativeness loosening to give way to how glad Zag looks to have finally met him in person.]

Five-second rule. That was five seconds, right? Do you still want this?

[Thank Achilles, he does know what the act of shaking one's hand is, so he takes it with gusto, his own firm and warm as he shakes it once so slightly, the act more on the grip than the motion.] You, too. It's good to put an actual face to a text.

[Looking at the building, his mismatched eyes curious and wanting to take in everything at once, the godling nods, a hint of excitement lingering on the set of his shoulders and the line of his neck as his breath hitches.] Sure, let's go. Is there anything I should know before entering?