You had just entered the arena, and threw your weapon away. You had already previously arranged with Asterius to meet Theseus alone. Theseus, who was about to deliver his speech before you entered, was seemingly shocked. He stared at your sword, a few feet behind him. While he was turned away, you pulled out a bottle of nectar, ready to hand over to him. His eyes flickered back to you. "Uhm... to patch up.. whatever this is." You told him, offering him the bottle.

Theseus narrowed his eyes. He was unsure what to do with the gesture. "What do you mean to mend ties, fiend? There is nothing to mend, except for yourself once I vanquish you from Elysium!" He said, not taking the bottle of nectar just yet. "I can see right through your ruse!"