Bacchae Again

[nengrelim]

Dionysus: Wait, now; here is a curl has slipped out of its proper place... *picks imaginary piece of fluff off, while he's at it* ...I am the one who should look after you. I'll fix it in place again. There; lift your head.
Pentheus: You dress me, please; I have put myself in your hands now. *flutters eyelashes*
Dionysus: Your girdle has come loose...  *nudge nudge, wink wink*

*beats head on keyboard* Oh the plotbunnies! They plague me so! Shame about that whole Pentheus getting ripped to pieces, thing...