"Well, that's the whole reason theatre exists," he says, offhand. "Sort of evolved from some of the things my followers would do to celebrate." Dionysus shrugs, walking over to grab the script off of the table. "Acting does require you to be unselfconscious enough to be confident in whatever choices you make on stage, and being able to access your emotions easily." Which he supposes definitely checks out, with everything he's always cared about.

He hands the script to Claudius. "I don't guess you've ever read The Good Person of Szechwan, have you? I mean, clearly not at home, but here?"