"Please. Could you grab my sweater from mine?" Zagreus is rarely cold, but he knows the inverse is true for Thanatos -- and if even he's able to feel the chill now, he worries about Than edging closer to actively uncomfortable. The fire sparks and he makes a little sigh of relief, moving to lock the door before he folds himself up on the couch.

"I shouldn't be tired from sitting in a car all day, but here we are. How's the bedroom look?"