Matching the bright smile with a wry smirk, Apollo wondered if there was anything other than a smack upside the head that might put a stop to Dionysus' attempts to flirt with him. "Your tip will depend on the service I get and you know it, bartender." Shaking his head slightly, he waited with amusement.
Taking a sip when the glass appeared in front of him, he nearly spat out his liquor when Dionysus referred to him as stuck-up. Just because Apollo had a bit of class comparatively didn't mean he was a killjoy.
"Stuck-up? Calling me names is no way to get yourself a good tip, you know," Apollo snerked in response. "How could I be bored here? I've met quite a few lovely women, and if all goes well you'll be an uncle again come the fall."