"Cupid having a whorehouse is something I could write a play about." He said honestly, "He could put himself out of business!" He said with a sigh, he didn't see a point in that, he wouldn't open a therapist's office! His patients would get crazier and he'd be closing his doors for unethical practice. He wondered if maybe Eros hoped the patrons would fall for the whores just enough to come back, Eros wasn't Aphrodite after all, his idea of love could have a lot to do with cocks and cunts.
"Open a farm." He said with a snort of a laugh, "Theatre worked well for me, actors and actresses will float around a director like a harem." He sat back again, "I'd want pictures of you in overalls if you went that way though. Maybe you'd be able to grow the biggest pumpkin in whatever state and they'd give you a ribbon." He liked that Pan was the God of--well, very little, at least as far as he was concerned. As much as he liked Aaron he did kind of pull the short straw there. Even if there were upsides he's point out the down.
Dionysus' hand left the other's leg once his point was made. It really was all just part of some elaborate back and forth, "No, see, that's the thing. Know you're lying because if you had it you'd walk around in tights to flaunt." He said as if he knew, and looked at the remaining shots on the table, suddenly a little annoyed he didn't get a beer too.
"I like the theatre and all, but sometimes I just want something to do." He was prosperous as he wanted to be, he was taking whatever he wanted when he could, but he missed the days where he could lure men to the woods to have their mothers kill them--or you know, any other type of innocent fun.