Dirk gives him the time to turn those words over, the possibilities he can see so clearly laid out for Hades' canon and narrative; the stone rests solid in his grasp, its weight pressed against the soft leather of his glove and the rough callouses of his hand itself.

He waits for Hades to come back to the topic, then takes a breath.

"It's the minute and mundane specificities that I'm asking for. It's like you're telling me about his character as Azem, but nothing about him personally or specifically. Like if I told you about Roxy, but didn't tell you what he was good at or what he did for fun or even what colour he typed in." It's been a very long time since Dirk brought Roxy up, and he knows it's kind of a gamble--that Hades will know what he means by invoking his name, or what he's leaving out, or that it won't backfire and turn into an interrogation he's suddenly on the receiving end of.

"It's pink, by the way."