“I’m glad,” he says, just as soft. “I’ll have to get you in full drag sometime, with a wig and bigger makeup and such. It’s fun but takes a while to do.” He traces a finger down the side of Sagramore’s cheek. He did a good job with the makeup, yes, but much more than that he’s just enjoying being with the man underneath it. The beautiful, sweet goofball of a man, who has the biggest heart of anyone Dionysus has known.

He leans down and catches Sagramore in a deep, warm kiss.