It was only because he'd watched his mother wander through the garden with her arm through his lord father's that Zagreus knew the particular steps of this dance, and bent his arm like a proper gentleman escort. "As much as I can," he admitted with a wry smile. "Ah, outside, mostly? On the ground, or up in a big tree, or on a rooftop. Sometimes I sleep at the inn if it's too wet outside. Wet weather isn't all that pleasant to sleep in, it turns out."