Dionysus didn't know what to think of you. At first, you were just one more brat, one more future hero who would be just as much of a disgusting person as the rest. You were yet unclaimed, only having been here for about a month or so. You weren't annoying to him, not like the other brats. He had to wonder, if he had an exception to the rule on his hands. Maybe you weren't destined for pointless heroics like the rest. You might be a child of some other god, oh you might be. You're not his, no, but he will make you his. He'll claim you as his own, and face the consequences when they come.