Forrester swayed. "Dionysus/Bacchus himself," he said. "Won't he mind my—"
Venus laughed. "Mind your using his name? My goodness, no."
"But—"
"It's all because of the orgies," Venus said.
Everything, he told himself, was getting just a little too much for him. "Orgies?" he said.
Venus nodded. "You see, there are all those orgies held in his honor. You know about those, of course."
"Sure I do," Forrester said, watching everything narrowly. In just a few seconds, he told himself hopefully, the whole room would vanish and he would be in a nice, peaceful insane asylum.
"Well, it isn't impossible for a God to be at all the orgies held in his honor," Venus said. "Naturally not. But, at the same time, they are all rather boring—for a God, I mean. And that's why you're here," she finished.
Forrester said: "Oh." And then he said: "Oh?" The room hadn't disappeared yet, but he was willing to give it time.
"Dionysus," Venus said patiently, as if she were explaining the matter to a small and rather ugly child, "gets tired of appearing at the orgies. He wants someone to take his place."