"Hey, hey, hey, lay off diaper boy!" Pan said quickly, defensive with a frown. Of course, he was only so defensive over the man because Eros was happy to share his whores with Pan. Who could be mad at so generous a friend? Aaron and Eros had a very similar idea of love, Pan fell in love often, and each time it faded with the afterglow. That or he just forgot he had been in love. One or the other.
"Why would I open a farm?" He asked with a twist of his face. "I don't even have my horns anymore," he added with a pouty face. "I miss my horns. And if I were to grow the biggest anything, it would be something phallic, not a pumpkin." Really, pumpkin? Maybe if it were a pair of pumpkins, to represent his huge balls. Hmm. That could work. Maybe. Wait--why was he thinking of starting a farm again? Oh, right, Dionysus.
Pan hardly thought he had drawn the short straw, after all, he'd gotten off pretty much work free. Not like his dad, who had been stuck running celestial errands for all the other gods, while Pan had been free to eat, drink and chase women. He really did like that freedom. And then Dion was questioning his manhood, again! "Christ on a cracker!" He exclaimed suddenly hopping to his feet, hands going to his fly, ready to whip himself out. "What is it with you godly kinds questioning my goods? You're all perverts." And he was more than ready to whip it out and let it dangle, right here in the middle of a busy club, if Dion did not back down. His raised voice and dramatic movements also caught the attention of club security who were ready to throw him out if he did produce his supposed goods.