He was baffled at her tone. She hadn't used that one on him in some time. It was arrogant, but one needed to be with an Olympian if they were to listen. And Dionysus would do anything to keep his star happy and beautiful. He could easily start a feud between them though over their varying differences on the good or bad of Theseus.
He side-eyed over his shoulder where the normal human girl was ready to just gnaw Theseus to pieces if given the drive. She was already in his lap, nails raking down his face. "I'm not hurting him, beautiful." Not yet he wasn't. He was fighting doing what she wanted and what he wanted.