She managed to keep that straight look until the older god backed away, a moment before she would have done so. When he did, relief washed over her - so, things were still pretty much the same between them, it seemed. Both deities had changed with the passing of the years, evolved to keep up with their followers, but there were bonds that never faded.
Reaching for the bottle beside her, Goth topped her empty glass, humming the tune of the blaring song under her breath. Let Punk try and evade her all he wanted. He knew what buttons to push on her, but it was mutual. Or had been, before they were separated.
Straightening up once more, frigid glass held on both hands, Goth watched her graying host for a moment.
"The truth," she ended up saying, just loud enough to be heard over the music, before downing half the glass.
[ooc: I hadn't thought about that one. An actual game of Truth or Dare does sound like genius with both of them smashed, if you want to play it when we get there. ♥]