Dionysus had a pursed grin, "Oh, you look like a lot of fun." He cackled and Much seemed to mimic it. Dionysus was no ventriloquist but he had some ways of pulling strings.
Leila was ready to take her pocket knife and tear it right into this God's hands. Dionysus just pouted and looked too Much, touching his fat cheeks between his hands. He whispered something to him and then kissed his lips, giving Leila a hard stare with a more malicious grin.