WHITE AS MILK (continued)<br/><br/>The young woman, Leonora, was clearly uncomfortable.  If Dion were to hazard a guess, she believed she was only here because her home was more uncomfortable than going out among people.  Even an experienced mortal bartender could have deduced that about her.  Her fashionable attire suggested style and affluence, but her current mood was at odds with the atmosphere that Dion had tried hard to maintain in his place.  Fortunately, wine and cocktails had the power to alter moods.  He wanted to her to enjoy herself and his place.<br/><br/>"Yes," Dion smiled and replied, "This is my place.  I'm glad that you find it lovely, at least what you've seen of it."<br/><br/>As far as cocktails went, Dionysus wasn't always able to gauge a human's preferred drink.  But when it came to wine pairings, the god was much better.  This time he judged the need for something light and youthful, fruity but dry.  He poured a sparkling white into a stemmed glass and offered it the the albino girl.  "Try this," he invited, " on the house."<br/><br/>Dion poured himself a glass and raised it in honor of his new patron, "Aspro pato," he said, taking a healthy swallow.