Dion smiled against a hand that had come up to his mouth at some point in some habitual gesture. He liked to be doing things, touching his hair, touching his mouth, he ran his hands against girls legs, or he touched people's hair as he spoke to them. He had very little ability to stop himself when it pertained to-well- anything. He had barely any impulse control when it came to the physical, he could sometimes stop his mouth before something came out though, which he was glad for.
He watched the other God try to grab the girl he'd sent and didn't for a moment feel bad about sending her. He was willing to throw Pan a freebie when he had goat legs, at least he didn't shed anymore. He didn't move when the other fell next to him, he was fine pressed up against his old friend. "Is that what I'm going by?" He asked to the name he'd never heard before. He laughed again, "I have met Brittany before." He said with the right name, his hand going to the girls leg and resting there like an apology but also just--well Dionysus.
He looked at the girl for a moment, then back at the other God, "i think you should let her go and stop acting like a goat, before I owe her a lead role or something though." She couldn't hold the part, and he didn't think he could get away with a few free drinks if Pan went much farther. He wasn't annoyed though, the fact that he was teasing was in his voice.