"You are a marvel, Dima!" Aleksander praised as he accepted the pants. He had been expecting something along the lines of what Dionysus was wearing and these were a very pleasant surprise. He contemplated turning his back while he changed but decided there was no need for modesty. It wasn't as though this was the first time Dionysus had seen him thus.

He quickly changed out of his jeans and into the sweatpants with an expertise that came from the need to be ready to change and move at a moment's notice. "Shall we dance?"