He wasn't like the others, he was the son of a mortal mother. He was born a half-breed just the same as most heroes, as Ariadne herself, and he was the only one to take the step up to a god on the Olympian throne room. He had no sympathy for Theseus. He deserved the punishment any of them gave him. "What mortal? He plan to abandon her too?"
Dionysus looked down into her star-speckled eyes, it was the only thing that kept him from ripping off her ex-lover's arms. The girl however still proceeded to paw on Theseus, more like claw at him as the would-be hero tried to get his bearings straight. It was hard to quiet down an age old grudge that Dionysus had never fully let go of. It was out of principle that he felt Theseus should be dealt with. His beautiful star felt otherwise.