Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help

There, if Dionysus isn't worried, Claudius is successful. The fleeting, rueful thought occurs to him that he's never hid turmoil from a god before for fear of worrying him. But it isn't his duty, anyway. He doesn't know what the mourning duties are, what they would be in anyone else's world ... and this is another cultural tradition he can dwell on. A celebration.

He's been standing and holding the pamphlet for a while, before he realizes he's been asked a question. It's not that he didn't hear it; he simply forgot to give the appropriate reaction. Pay more attention to your cues, he thinks. "I'll take a bracelet," he says. And then, to get Dionysus talking more, he says, "Tell me about the beginning of Pride. Where were these protests?"