Taking the glass, he drank deeply.  Even the best of moral wines would be as water to immortals.  Dionysis himself brewed the wines which could lighten the mood of even the most potent of the immortals.  Sighing as his sweet daughter helped to release the struts which allowed his legs to move normally.  Drinking deeply again, this time he finished the whole goblet.  Crushing the metal the way a frat boy might a beer can he threw it from himself in frusteration.  It clanked off the walls a couple of times before tumbling with a hiss of evaporating metal into the awaiting fire pit.  Seeming to lose much of his anger... the strong drink as well as his loving daughters closenss drew the venom from his veins.  He seemed to relax further back into the cushions.<br/><br/>One hand seemed to keep close to his head, as if trying to massage the final pains of a passing migrane.  The other hand lifted up and touched Calista, stroking her beautiful white hair as well as the supple skin of her smoothe shoulder.  "I could... use the relaxation."  They had much to talk about, but Hephaestus wasnt the most eloquent of speakers.  He had to stew a bit before being able to communicate what he felt.  He was an immortal of action and planning... not of feeling.  One of many things which probably helped to drive away his lovely wife.