Oenone had been worried sick over her most recent prophecy. Worried mainly because every one she had ever had had had come true and a part of her didn't want any harm to befall Paris. Helen was an entirely different story. That bitch could die in a fire.
She felt so honored that Dionysus had taken such an interest in her. She didn't believe she deserved such attention. But she welcomed it freely. She walked along with him, enjoying the sights and sounds of the city, her arm wrapped around his waist as they went.