He walked up behind her with his hands on her shoulders for a delicate rub. He knew he was working with a cold woman, she matched Poseidon's temper for sure, but maybe Dionysus could soften her up before Poseidon showed up. Between the wine and a little delicate touch, maybe he could keep her calm. "You're tense, sweetness. Just relax." His eyes flickered a deep burgundy as he watched the clouds roll over the ocean with darkness.