As soon as Dionysus started to sing, it was though he was extending his hand, curling his fingers around hers again and leading her home. As his voice grew louder she watched, watched him becoming utterly himself, shameless and free. And on top of that all, fun. There had been dark moments in her marriage with Dionysus, but the sheer fun of being with him was irresistible. "It takes two," she sang back at him, her eyes on him, "I thought one was enough, it's not true, it takes two of us."
They'd swapped roles, he was singing the female part and she the male, but that was perfect - with Dionysus, she was not constrained by anything, certainly nothing as easily subverted as gender. She was on her feet, same as he was, matching him in volume, in unrestrained joy. "You came through, when the journey was rough it took you; it took two of us."