"Your loss." It's not, really. Being a smoker is a huge hindrance out here. It's more Dixon's loss that Hercules doesn't engage, because that means he can't try and bum one from someone who doesn't realize how hard it is to find nicotine out here. He ignores Hercules' distaste, though, and picks a cigarette from his pack.

"Does it look like I studied Greek in school?" The way he rolls his eyes is more amiable this time, like he's settling into a groove instead of just being crabby. "You could be the son of the Queen of England and I wouldn't know better. And given that King Arthur's a girl here, maybe there is a place out there where the Queen of England has a son named Hercules."

He's getting the hang of this multiple universes thing.