Dionysos seemed a bit distracted as he watched the fruit grow heavy, and the Maenads collect it, laughing gleefully. He turned back and smiled languidly, the glint in his eye suggesting that for him the intoxication began before the wine was even crushed.
"I can't imagine," he replied to her presumably rhetorical question. "But indeed, some do. I'm sure these human psychologists could tell us why, though they'd have a job to figure out some of our brethren. I don't worry much about those who can't stop and take a drink though. Unless they've got some good excuse, holding up the world or some such."
Dionysos laughed and spread himself out on his side in the grass, picking at a few blades and watching the goddess. "So, what made you call my name now, after all these turns of the earth?"