Dionysus, lord of drunkeness and the loosener of tongues, was quite the fan of honesty, especially when it was honesty that suited him. He took a deep drink from his glass and took his gaze off Ariadne and locked them onto Much instead.
Dionysus had been accused of being intense many a time. Yes, he could frolic like a child and laugh at the simplest of joys, but he was still lord of frenzy and madness, and that didn't always leave his eyes.
He lifted Much's chin with his hand. "Let me kiss the wine from your lips," he said quietly, and then leaned in to do just that.