[Huh. The ring was new, and as it winked, his eye caught on it.] You don't strike me as a man who loved jewelry. [Quietly, prodding.]
[Mal swallowed, and he nodded.] You met the Greek gods of the underworld and were told you were his son. [He took a breath.] Okay. Do you believe it?
[That was the key. He looked at Alex, assessing. Did he believe it? This, the story, that he was the son of hell, all of it? He didn't deny it had happened but it was a big story to believe.] And is there an inheritance that comes with it? [The ring. It had gotten him thinking.]