"Well of course mine's a compliment! I am the God of Blood, after all," Zagreus says, cradling his lovely bloody flower as if to protect it from Sidus's insinuations that it's not nice.

"I've been the God of Blood a lot longer than I've been the Patron of Dissidence. So of course it's a compliment! They're honouring who I am."

Not everyone remembered that though. It wasn't as well known in this place, not like it was back home. So he was always touched when one of his followers remembered.

Sidus, meanwhile, gets a discrete side-eye from Zagreus. "Are yours a bit of a worry?" He he perhaps not happy with the offerings he's receiving?