Oh hot, Ariadne thought, swinging her legs from her spot on the bench and watching. Even when Dionysus reached for her, she made him wait a little, teasing with a little who? Me? You want me? till he made grabby hands at her and she laughed quietly to herself and slipped down to her feet. She caught Dionysus' outstretched hand in hers, and, with her eyes intensely on his, lifted his hand to press her soft lips against it.