"It was fine," Dirk brushes it off. He didn't lie, obviously--it was just a weird fucking detour that was also entirely avoidable--but he still doesn't really want to talk about the elevator, or how 'troublesome' that whole encounter was.... more like 'uncomfortable' if he's being honest, but isn't about him, now is it?

"I just--I know you and him are in some kind of ouroboros of each other's shit where he's literally obsessed with you and you're trying to 'take responsibility' or whatever, but you need to leash your bitch."

He pauses, weighing his words. He'd gone over this conversation in his head already hundreds of times, choosing his words and speculative phrases, but now he's here and it's happening and he's not quite tripping, hasn't yet misspoken, and yet--

"I think maybe you should start, and I'll decide whether or not I'm feeling like having a sit. No pressure."

Mostly because he doesn't want to give Hades the opportunity to change the subject by getting all up in his business... he's done it before.