Dionysus openly looked this person from head to toe and back again before turning to look toward the coral. He addressed the second point, seeming to ignore both the apology and the question about his business here.

"When a god doesn't listen, sometimes they are just busy. It's an awful lot of work... being a god. Holding up the sky, making plants grow, inspiring artists, parting the sea, stuff like that. Taking care of people who only want to talk when they're asking for things and never offering anything in return." The edge of Mr. D's mouth curled for a moment in an unfriendly expression. "A lot of work." His expression went blank. "It's rare that they're really not listening. Can't expect them to fix every mortal's problem."