The gorgeous woman who came waltzing up to Dio was unexpected, but . . . the sight of her was enough to make him stare, perhaps betraying certain thoughts he had just begun to think. “Well - hi,” he stuttered out, staring in badly concealed amazement at Alexandria. “I’m Dionysus, I - I’m not really worked up . . .” A lie, and a poorly masked one too. Not that he could tell. “Call me Dio?” He winced at the sound of his own voice in his audits, sounding much too flustered and shy. “I, uh. I’m just out for a walk.” Heavens, was she beautiful. Dionysus blinked, trying to get a grip on himself. The iota had a lack of duties at the moment, and he had to say: Alexandria was something exciting.

“Oh can I wake up?”