Originally Posted by
Slii Arhem
Cabaret
Well then, another lovely sight to perk up his spirits. Instead of responding verbally to Lanthil, Dionysius will attempt to graciously sweep up her free hand in his and plant a gentlemanly kiss upon her knuckles.
After that is done, whether it succeeds or fails, he shall speak, "Power and responsibility. I'm expected to temper one with the other, keeping both in equal measure. I am withheld from bidding, because I have the power to bid highly. I am forbid from reveling, because I have the power to breathe life into this stuffy event. The more power one has, the more restrictions one deals with, and some nights I question whether the shackles of power are worth their cumbersome weight."
A rather somber, mellow thought for a god of revelry. Perhaps the night's wine has loosened his lips in entirely the wrong way.