She sensed his exasperation, even before she heard it in his voice, and her baser instincts prevailed. "I've... never... been much of a believer in such things," she admitted, "but everything points to the idea that..." she paused, trying to think of how best to say it, how to convey what was going on, and gestured for a half moment mumbling "this is going to sound crazy" before finally taking her journal. "I was--am Persephone, and you..." she looked at him, "you are Dionysus."