Anything with busting personality was a place that Dionysus found attractive. He smiled sweetly at the waitress, retrieving his own glass of wine and holding it to Hymenaios' glass. "Your playing all the right moves, kid," he said with a big smile.
It wasn't long before his glass was empty, and it did nothing to ease that troubled heart but he attempted to hide it well by broaching conversation with his son. "It's beautiful. And how does this lovely evening find you? Besides being so generous to your old man?"