"He's held on to that one for a long time." Theseus didn't hold grudges, he usually dealt with things on the spot. He did have a growing dislike for his father and that was something he didn't want to hang onto. He'd become like Poseidon if he let anger lead him by the nose. So he tried to just do what he always did and breeze by. The longer he stayed here though, the more attached he became. "Well, I do like seeing you outside of Dionysus' hallucinogenic haze. You look better this way." His vision had been spotty among other things.