Mr. D raised an eyebrow at Johnny's hesitation then crossed his arms as he listened to the explanation. Deals with demons certainly didn't concern him, but he'd heard tales similar to the vampire's before. It was not unusual for gods to be as unforgiving as his God appeared to be.

"Maybe He'll see your devotion and come around one day. Maybe not. Depends on his mood, I guess. I'm sure He has his reasons for holding a grudge, but I don't personally have anything against vampires." Not that he'd spent any time around one. Creatures by that name didn't show up until way after Dionysus stopped caring about the actions of monsters outside of the reoccurring Greek ones. However, formerly human ones had his (approximation of) sympathy.

Glancing at the coral again and without a word, Mr. D stepped over to touch it. Whatever sensation the god felt from the coral deity, it didn't show on his face. He gave a nod of thanks then turned back to Johnny.

"How about let's just keep this between you and me?" Dionysus turned his palm upright, and a cup appeared in it which promptly filled itself with red wine. From somewhere afar, thunder seemed to rumble. Mr. D turned a look up to the 'sky' and muttered, "It's not for me," and handed it off to Johnny.