With his lip curling into an unamused sneer, Mr. D turned a look vaguely skyward. "It's not the magic. I can have all the magic I need. It's the alcohol that's been denied to me. My father's orders. Too harsh a punishment, I say, denying myself and others of what it is I do best." The wine god was also very good at driving people crazy. At least he still had that without restriction.

Something seemed to tug uncomfortably at Mr. D's mind as Johnny rattled off his list of names. He raised an eyebrow at the vampire. Most of those names even he hadn't heard in a while. The Greeks sometimes didn't socialize well.

"I am indeed male." He barely resisted the urge to make a crude gesture. Call it 'too much time hanging out with old satyrs.' "And yes, few of those names may perhaps be relevant, but di immortales be more careful. Names have power. Even more so the names of powerful gods."