Huh. [Dionysus looks at the remains of the tree, his expression a bit more grim for a moment.] Something, well, similar happened a few weeks past. Cursed trees had gorged themselves on the blood of a local god, dreadful stuff, and flooded the land with a pollen that drove the humans mad. Wild fucking and violence in the streets.

[He looks to Ares, considering him.] You might have enjoyed it.

[He might be a bit distracted-- or maybe it's the intoxication --since it takes him a few moments to realize that Ares seems to be dismissing him.]

Whoa, Ares, I'm hurt. Trying to get rid of me so soon?