sparklyI feel it should be prefaced with this debate:
"You completely need me," Dionysos announced.
"Don't be childish," Apollo, looked down at his fellow divinity, who was sprawled all over the couch, mussed up and unbuttoned rather like that lizard mortal, "you don't need spectacle to have art, but you certainly need art to create a show. Without me, you're nothing."
"But Phebes," Dionysos pouted winningly, reaching up to flick open Apollo's top shirt button, "what good's art if nobody's looking at you?"
