Dionysus' eyes shone brightly, an excitement as he waited for a response, his senses tingling as Apollo enjoyed the flavorful wine. He could easily get drunk off his own anticipation and enjoyment in seeing another take in the same intoxication he created.
Wine was as delicious as any soft and delicate woman. It had the same smooth texture, same sweet smell, same sensual flavor. He grinned brightly again, his lips dancing across his own glass.
"It's my special." A finger ran along the rim of the glass, staring upward to the blonde. "Play nice and I may let you have more," his words playful and teasing as they had always been.