Dionysus is, more or less, minding his own business; he's heading back from the forest after checking on the bee hive he's set up there and merely spending some time among the nature there. It's not crucial for him by any means, but it is comforting.

He pauses when the unknown woman approaches him, with what is probably the most direct, immediate solicitation he's experienced in this city. (To be fair, he hasn't been here very long.) He's unaware of the cinnamon scent coming off of him, so he has no idea what has caused this particular focus, but he shrugs. "Alright," he says, sounding more amused than threatened. He's up for seeing how this goes.