"It wasn't that easy," Steven says. "The Fetch-- Well. I guess I can explain him later." He shakes his head. "But-- right. Because if you did, Hades wouldn't just be cheating on Dirk emotionally, but physically too. So you're-- is this your way of leading into questions about how you're going to get laid again?"

He drums his fingers against the other arm of the throne.

"I mean, I really don't think I can personally help you with this. I mean. I wouldn't do anything without Jack and I don't know if he'd want to with you. And Hades might be willing to agree to a formal ceasefire, but I'm pretty sure me getting my grubby paws on you would make him tear the treaty up." He bites his lip, not that Hythlodaeus can see. "And I-- suspect that a private performance, while possibly much easier to persuade Jack into, might only frustrate you more. You're looking for a person, after all--not your hand and lotion."

He's quiet for a brief moment.

"You've tried Gravlr, right?"