Keeping track of all the comings and goings at the casino was near impossible, even for a god, but when it came to family, Dionysus found that so many of them chose to make his club a second (or third, or fourth, or fiftieth) home brought a certain degree of pride, pride and contentment that the bonds that tied them together went deeper than blood. Eros, in particular, given their shared hedonistic bent, had always been a favorite - a favorite nephew, a favorite guest - and when Eros had chosen to hole up in his suite, more or less, Dionysus had taken notice. Taken notice and action, which led to the god leaving the piles of paperwork on his desk unheeded to knock on Eros' door, the room service cart at his side filled with a variety of food and drink.
Knuckles tapped on the door, Dionysus leaned close enough to be heard, "I'll huff and puff, but if you force me to blow down the door, it's going on your tab."