More and more interesting. "The Underworld is my home", he replies nonchalantly, just beginning to look around at the pictures then. Thanatos doesn't know of cameras, so he is assuming they are very realistic paintings that are in VERY poor taste. Some are of people he recognizes as well, but Zagreus dies constantly and he never seems to truly suffer so. And his mother... what mortal would invite the wrath of Nyx for some distasteful art? "I am Thanatos, Death Incarnate. I had wondered if I should recognize you, but I see so many shades it can be hard to remember each, so my apologies if we have met."
He sounds a little disappointed at that. After all, he prides himself on his memory, on knowing the things that pertain to his job. But he doesn't know every shade, either. He only deals in nonviolent deaths, after all.
Thanatos finally looks back to the stranger, nodding once. "Try the drawers. I will attempt to check behind one of the doors." He can't be certain that he could get into those rooms, with what he is assuming are shades in some sort of prison of Tartarus. He's high enough ranking, but that is not in his job description. That said, he's given the unfamiliar young man his assignment, and so he begins doing his own, a hand hesitantly placed on the doorknob as his jaw clenches somewhat.
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He sounds a little disappointed at that. After all, he prides himself on his memory, on knowing the things that pertain to his job. But he doesn't know every shade, either. He only deals in nonviolent deaths, after all.
Thanatos finally looks back to the stranger, nodding once. "Try the drawers. I will attempt to check behind one of the doors." He can't be certain that he could get into those rooms, with what he is assuming are shades in some sort of prison of Tartarus. He's high enough ranking, but that is not in his job description. That said, he's given the unfamiliar young man his assignment, and so he begins doing his own, a hand hesitantly placed on the doorknob as his jaw clenches somewhat.