Dionysus knew she wasn't a naive one, he was glad for it, but maybe he could still keep her subdued with his presence so not to sense Poseidon's. The big guy was late. He continued to rub her shoulders, contemplating for a moment if he should try to seduce her. She was quite beautiful, but he thought better of it. He didn't wish to anger his brother who had let him have his own taste of revenge. Amphitrite wasn't worth that to him.
The clouds roared, the ocean current starting to pull in and out against the shore. They taunted Amphitrite with their silent whispers. They had missed their queen.