His lips pursed as he came into view, that grin widening at the salute. Running a finger of gloss across his lips, Dionysus seemed amused at his son's appearence. "Hey cutie," he said sweetly, sliding into the seat across the other side.
This was quite the distraction, the god needed. He had been back and forth between personalities, feeling not like his usual brigt self. Something had titled, his powers weak since Apollo had left the scene. Even with the sun god back, it was taking time to re-align himself with the force of his brother---the time had already done some work on his sometimes bipolar head.