"Um. Wait no, hang on, I know this." He has to shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose to concentrate. Dreams are not temporally linear and that makes them infinitely more frustrating - that little encounter could have happened before or after this one, or even contemporaneously because dreams here are just like that, ever-diverging and tangling and splicing into one another with shameless abandon.

"Er. Wait. Wait wait wait." Yes, okay, this is good. He's remembering. Well, sort of. "Zagreus? Yeah, Zagreus. I remember, I asked him if that was, you know, as in the Dionysian god but he said there was no relation."

His recollection of that meeting runs thin at that point. Daniel gives his head a firm shake but the action stirs up nothing more.