Adam nods and points loosely, still holding the decanter. "Got it in one," he says. "Well, the first one." He still feels drunk. Being so blithely open about it with some offbrand-demigod of a stranger. But why not? He peers at Zagreus, scrutinizing. "And what are you supposed to be, if not that Zagreus?" He can't imagine the name doesn't have some sort of meaning. Apple Martin and North West aside, he can't picture even the most self-absorbed celebrity zombie casually naming a child Zagreus. So this is something else.