"Oh, sweetheart, no." It's now Dionysus' turn to rub Sagramore's back. "I wasn't raised with my family, I was raised by a grove of very loving and sweet and darling wood nymphs. And -- by the time I was his age," he's estimating, based on what he can remember of when Pentheus became king, "I was a happily married god, fully broke free from my curse, so no worries there either."