"Bet I could figure out a way to change it."

"That would be interesting," Agatinos says. "I have no idea what that would even entail, but it would certainly be interesting. Care to try?"

"Do you have a specific target in mind?"

"Simple bronze would suit me fine, honestly, I like the color."

Zagreus hops off the chair and says, "Follow me."

Agatinos will follow. (He's very excited about basically everything that's happening right now, and his poker face is questionable at best, but he manages to keep from bouncing as he walks.)

The god leads him out of the lounge, past a hallway, into a doorway, through another hallway, and to...

...his bedroom? Large, spacious, densely decorated, a queen bed to the right, a wall-covering mirror to the left. And the mirror seems to be his destination. "Forgive the mess," he says, absent-mindedly. "Hand me your weapons?"

Agatinos sparkles the makhairai into existence and hands them over. "It's rather nice, actually," he comments. "I like the pinups."

Zagreus grins as he accepts the weapons. "If Achilles ever has reason to visit my room I might have a thing or two to explain but I'm sure lady Aphrodite won't mind."

Then he looks into the mirror and... leaves.

Not physically. His body is still there. But his eyes lose focus, his flaming laurels and feet dim, and the mirror... It's strange, it's almost like a fog is now covering its surface, except it's not really, and Tintin can still see just as much detail as before. But clearly the mirror is doing something, or Zagreus is, with it.

...alright! Agatinos sits gingerly on the bed, feeling vaguely like he's intruding.

It only takes a few seconds, half a minute maybe, but eventually there's a flash of light—no, a flash of darkness? unlight?—and Agatinos's weapons have changed.

Zagreus turns around to give them to the shade. "Tada," he says.

"Oh, excellent! Thank you - what in the world was that, I'm extremely curious."

"The Mirror of Night. Nyx made it for me, to help with my attempts out. It—I'm not sure how it works, exactly, but it seems to draw my powers out and focus them? She says it doesn't let me do anything I couldn't learn to do by myself, eventually, but it helps me concentrate on myself and find these things I could do more easily. It's like a mirror for my soul, I guess?"

"...huh." Agatinos elects to keep his distance from the mirror.

While doing so, he tests the weight of the makhairai. "These are very good. Have you used daggers before?"

"Can't say I have. I'm a longer-reach guy."

"Ah. That... was never really an option, for me."

He gestures at his general tininess.

He grins and shrugs. "We make do with what we have, I suppose.

"Ready to rumble?"

"...I suppose. I wonder if -"

He shakes his head. "No, let's go."

"Come on, you can't start that sentence and then not finish it, don't you know that's mean?"

"Oh, alright - should we spar, first? I don't know what it looks like when you fight someone who isn't, you know, that prick Theseus."

"Sounds hot, let's do it."

He leads the way through the other door out of his chambers.

Agatinos sporfles. "What is that supposed to mean? I don't know if I optimize for being hot when I fight!"

"I don't know if fighting can fail to be hot."

...maybe he should fight Thanatos. Food for thought.

"That's an interesting perspective. I suppose there is the adrenaline."

Follow follow follow.

"The adrenaline, the close body contact, the sweat and body heat, the pain... If you want to turn this into sex after we fight I am all for it."

The chamber they come out to is more of a platform, spacious and open, overlooking Tartarus. The corner is decorated with floating weapons, dark purple and red light swirling around them as they rotate in place, plus a glass-covered shelf with... trinkets? They look like small trinkets, from a distance, nothing special at all about them.

And sitting down, doing nothing, whiling around, is an honest-to-gods skeleton. It looks up at them when they're in view.

    "Hey, boyo! Back already? Who's your friend?"