"Babe, babe, babe," he whispered admiringly, leaning up as though he would kiss her. But instead he put a hand on her cheek and began to sing quietly. "You've changed, you're daring, you're different in the woods." He touched that golden hair as though seeing it for the first time, as though it were precious gold. "More sure, more sharing, you're getting us through the woods..."
And then Dionysus was on his feet, and all pretense that this song was to be a quiet thing only to be heard by Ariadne was gone. Dionysus was theatre! Dionysus' was always seeking an audience and crowd, for good or ill. "If you could see, you're not the man who started-" Everyone in the restaurant had turned to look at them in confusion and surprise, unsure of what was happening. "And much more open-hearted, than I knew you to be."