Thanatos blinks as Zagreus brings out the Ambrosia bottle and shot glasses. When had he... Thanatos looks around again. All of this was so that he could set the scene to give him another Ambrosia. If the flavor is supposed to improve upon being given, what would it do with all this?

There is no attempt at hiding the gold that flushes across his cheeks. "You're asking my consent to give me yet another lavish gift? Sure, permission granted. Though... what makes you think your approach this time is going to be any more successful than the last?" Ugh... that's harsher than he meant it and places the blame on the wrong person. He shakes his head, silvery bangs catching the light of the sors. "You know how I am. How I react."

Thanatos drops his gaze to their clasped hands. He's in a better mental space, and right at this moment, he feels in control of his emotions. And yet, once Zagreus starts talking and Thanatos's heart starts listening, he can't promise that he'll be able to stay that way. "I don't want to accidentally hurt you."