[Crass, but Zagreus can take the humor. He laughs into his cup, a grin spilling out giddily as he takes a sip of the cup, the tang of the mead excitingly acrid at the aftertaste.]

Mortals thought that mead was Nectar; I have to say, it's not very different when its taste is concerned. Although… [Another sip, and this time he squints at nothingness, looking up, rolling the flavor in his tongue and mouth before swallowing.] It's different, it lingers in your mouth for longer, and the sweetness is softer. It's told to confer immortality to those who drink it, and while it's rare where I come from, well… this is the Underworld, still, right?

[It sounds sort of silly to request it here, now that he thinks of it. He looks down at his glass somewhat sheepishly.] I guess I'm still trying to grasp onto familiarity, of sorts.