Dionysus rouses awake as sunlight streams into the bedroom. He grunts quietly, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. He'll never get used to the sunlight when staying at your place.

He glances beside him - you're not there. Figures, since you're making breakfast downstairs. As he arrives in the kitchen, he leans his mighty body against the kitchen island, arching a brow at you. "You've never been up so early," he says.