Dionysios watched them walking over to the bar and pouring himself a glass of wine from the jug.  He watched it, noticing how upset Galla was getting.  Not that he could blame her.<br/><br/>He watched them, not sure how he liked being called a monster.  Not that he had never heard it before, there were always those who thought of him as a monster.  All his kind did was unleash the passions that people foolishly locked away.  People though never liked those who showed them their true selves and desires.<br/><br/>He did feel bad for Galla though.  He reached behind the bar and taking out a cloak one of the bartenders had stowed back there, he set his glass down and walked over to Galla.  He wrapped it around her then grabbed his glass, taking another sip of wine.