"Oh! Yes, I know you. Or- I know of you. We didn't meet, when I went to the Underworld I, um, found my own way." Orpheus pauses, giving his brain a second to catch up with his mouth, before starting over.

"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Thanatos," he says, bowing slightly and awkwardly as he tries to remember what little his mother taught him about how to greet unfamiliar gods. "I'm Orpheus. I'm sorry for not recognizing you sooner? I'll go check the drawers, though."

With that, he hurries off to search for any keys or means of prying the drawers open that he might've missed, shuffling the framed photos and vases and other decorative clutter around and kneeling on the ground to peer under the furniture. He catches a glint of something metallic out of the corner of his eye, but can't quite make out what it is, nor can he quite reach it, wedged under the chest of drawers as it is.