"Very good," Zagreus says, waiting patiently for the game to be laid out. He even offers Johnny the stick, so he can draw a gallows, if he likes. Clearly he's got no showmanship, as drawing the gallows to drive the point home to your opponent is the most important part. "It's only a game, Johnny, why do you look like you've just seen your own corpse?" asks the chimaera with faux-concern; Zagreus flaps a hand at it warningly. Let it stick to routing fuzzy little woodland creatures, he will do the diabolical deal-making and wordplay. "I'm making this easy for you, you know. I could be making you guess. That would be more in keeping, anyway." Trust Zagreus to grumble in his bed once he's made it. But he really does mean to be sporting. "I'm giving you a chance. So never say I didn't." He scrutinises the dashes in the sand, mouth working. Hangman is a very serious game, a divination really. And Zagreus can always use some foresight. "'R,' to start with." Textbook, for now.