"Who's your godfather" is hardly a nosy question! I told you who my father was, didn't I?

[A wave of pink butterflies start to flutter across the field; making a face, Zagreus abandons the exalted for a moment and makes a beeline for it, eyes intent.]

And Achilles, and my relatives, and my friends, and my dog, and the Elysian champions — frankly, you're behind and need to catch up, as far as I'm concerned!