Hermes has the grace not to laugh at Zagreus' start, but his eyes do twinkle brightly with obvious amusement. He hums in affirmation, leaping off his branch as casually as if he were walking through his own front door, alighting in front of Zagreus and hovering just off the ground. When he hovers, he vibrates with pent up energy, almost like the soul of a hummingbird in a man's body, and his wings flap on his head and feet.

Unlike Hades, Hermes is roughly Zagreus' size and height. But unlike Persephone, his presence projects outwards in a distinctly godly way. It's not a domineering presence like Hades', nor overwhelming like Chaos or sometimes Nyx, but it was unmistakably there.

"Well, I do hope so, because I really must come along here to help deliver the dead to my business associate on the river. It'd be pretty inconvenient if I couldn't, since that'd just about double the workload on a certain pale fellow with a scythe. And look at that, I've found a soul that needs ferrying right here!"

He produces a gleaming golden apple from his chiton, throwing it up in the air and catching it playfully as he withdraws a handkerchief with his other hand. The apple radiates power, but Hermes offers the handkerchief first. It smells of the wind and sun and is as soft as feathers.

"A soul with a very bloody face, mind, which this should help with."