There were plenty of fools out there, Ariadne, knew— she'd met a whole lot of them. "None in this room, it seems," she said, passing Dionysus his glass, giving Much a smile as he looked like he was melting under Dionysus' touch. "You want a glass too, cutie?"
Much blew a heavy breath through pursed lips, trying to get a hold of himself, though the presence of Dionysus wasn't making that easy. "Yes please," he said, and when she passed it over he reached out and covered her hand with his, pulling it closer to kiss her fingers. "You're gorgeous," he breathed. "You're both gorgeous."
Ariadne chuckled, sliding her other arm around Dionysus' narrow waist as she let Much carry on kissing her fingers. "Much has learned that flattery will get him everywhere."
"Not flattery, just... honesty," Much bit his lips, finally taking the glass— the wine was as heady as they were, and went down real easy.