“How long have you been in that closet?” he asked. The satyr paused. “I don’t actually know.” Dionysus lifted a brow and glanced at his foster father. “Then how did you know I left at all?” “I always know when you leave,” Silenus said. “Because I feel like I can breathe again.” “Fucking rude,” Dionysus said as Silenus elbowed his way beside him at the bar.
