She's quite young, at least in his eyes, and he always enjoys the bright, lightness of those who are too young to have been made into thinking machines. But liking her isn't the same thing as always being truthful; in fact, if you're a Witch, it's almost more mandatory to lie if you are fond of someone. Not that it really matters. No one knows his real name anyway. "Dionysus," he says with a smile, "I'm pleased to meet you."