[Dionysus is helping himself to a pint as they converse, much to the dismay of the vender. He passes it to Ares' hand instead though, being quite insistent on it.]

Here, have a beer, a foreign delight--

[And then he's getting a beer for himself.]

It's fine, some things catch you by surprise here, no worries about it. I've encounters with vines that have thorns that burrow deep into your core, wouldn't listen to my commands worth a damn, and mushrooms as tall as trees with spores that would have you thinking about beauty and love, if you know what I'm saying?

[He does not mean metaphorically, and more specifically a mutual affection of theirs.]