Taking a sip of his wine, he glanced down at the menu in front of him as his father finally approached. It was a good thing Hymenaios didn't have anywhere he needed to be, considering his father's complete disregard for time. He nodded slightly, "Father, it's good to see you." He smirked as the waitress came over to bring a menu.
There was something different about his father, he seemed distracted or somehow out of sorts. Hymenaios really didn't know what to make of it, as he and Dionysus never really had the type of relationship that the Erotes had developed with his mother Aphrodite. "I hope you like this place, I had to pull some strings to get us the table. It's apparently quite well-known."