He simply smiled, watching her finger, then watching her slide away. "You underestimate my abilities when it comes to disrobing a woman," Dionysos teased. "What use is it to be an Olympian if you're stymied by a bra strap."
He chuckled, both at his comment, and at her obvious satisfaction in being admired. The gods are different from mortals, he thought to himself, we embody our patronage unashamedly, with none of the messy mix that makes up a human soul.
"There are so many things to drink to, luckily, for there is so much to drink." Clanking his goblet against hers a bit indelicately, he cast his eyes to the heavens, pondering. "Let us drink to beauty first, since it is here among us." His eyes came down to Freyja, but his followers gladly raised their cups as well.