The chimaera pulls its heads sharply upright in surprise, then all of them look away, ears varyingly turned in disgruntlement. Who waves at a chimaera? Zagreus, however, looks unruffled, grins at Ianto manically, as pleasantly surprised as anyone who ever ran into an old friend at the beach. "If I built a castle here, it wouldn't be sand. Where's your standard issue animal companion? Out of red dragons, were they?" He doesn't comment on the shirt, though it's a near miss. "I do hope you got a rain check, at least. Fancy a game?"