Dionysus' lips pursed, a draw of amusement the handsome blonde. "You kept me waiting, handsome," he chuckled lightly. "I don't like to wait." Dionysus was quite the impatient personality, if his troubled state in Apollo's absence had been any indication.
Holding one of the glasses between to feminine and slender fingers, he coated the crystal with the silky red wine. It smelled beautiful, the aroma tickling his senses and staining his cheeks pink.
Bright blue eyes bounced off of Apollo's that glimmer shining through as he handed the blonde the filled glass. "Take it slow," he said with a twitch of his nose before filling his own glass, his finger lapping up an excess from the top of the bottle, tongue licking the finger clean.
The world felt in balance again to the brunette god.