Having made a noise that sounded something like that of an animal, albeit a nondescript one, Andronicus turned to focus on Iris who had addressed him as a drunkard's disciple.<br/><br/>"You smell like an animal yourself, and though I serve Dionysus I am no disciple of his! If anyone, then I would gladly fight on behalf of Persephone, but I am a drunkard's slave and not his disciple."<br/><br/>While he had assumed a defensive stance as well, he had a feeling that this fight was going to get called off before it had even started. Honestly that would have been a pity to him, considering that he was looking forward to pretty much anything that could have broken up some of the tedium today.<br/><br/>What he said was true, however. While he hated Dionysus and considered him a drunk, he was at least grateful to Hades for letting him come back from the dead. Persephone, who was sort of a victim of circumstance, seemed the most justice and noble to him, so he wasn't embarrassed to bring up her name. Hades might have shown him kindness, but he didn't like everything that he had learned about that man's history. The Queen of Death, on the other hand, seemed to be a relatively proper soul.