Much closed his eyes as Dionysus touched him, quivering with the need for it not to stop, but beyond that, or... different to that, the thrill at being told he belonged here. Sort of here. God, it was hard to sort out what feelings came from where when he was so horny, though, and he'd been a moment away from falling forward into a kiss when Dionysus spun away. But he wasn't left behind, and Much grabbed Dionysus' hand in return and let himself be led, laughing a little as he was spun. The spinning was the perfect excuse to put his free hand against Dionysus' chest to steady himself, and oh wow it felt good to touch someone.
He heard Ariadne laugh again and turned his head to watch her pour the wine. "God, she is, isn't she?" Much agreed - he had not been able to get the image of Ariadne pinning him to the wall out of his mind for the rest of his shift. He still couldn't, now. "Just radiant."
"I knew you two would get on; shared interests and all that," she said, grinning, quite happy to be one of those shared interests for the night.