Oenone smiled even wider at that compliment. She loved her god. He meant more to her than the world itself. So his attention and praise certainly went a long way. She shrugged, "Nothing I intend to do anything about." Whatever she had prophesied, she wasn't sure if she would tell Paris or not. He was a selfish, cowardly child and in this moment she didn't give a damn what happened to him. She just care about herself and Dionysus.