"I admire the sentiment. But skip the wine? Really, it's hardly worth joking about," Dionysos replied with a light tone, his back to the goddess as he took the goblets of wine, transfiguring them in his hands. He turned with a ready smile, holding aloft the two glasses of divine wine.
Whatever had been about to come from his mouth was lost in a wordless stutter before he was able to right himself. Shaking his head with a grin, he gave a long languid gaze over her body and then handed her the goblet. "See, better to simply reverse the order," he replied, letting her take the wine. He glanced down at the simple wrap around his waist. "I think we're about even now."
Seeing her glance go beyond him he glanced at his followers, staring in rapture at the goddess. "Hard to get tired of that effect, I imagine."