"The Bacchus I knew before was neither, I think, Greek nor Roman. He wasn't of Earth at all. He was--" she presses her lips together thoughtfully. "Rather a wild boy. Possibly a minor god. He liked carousing with his maenads and throwing rambunctious parties and one never knew quite where one stood with him - he was one of the sorts who often seems to be laughing at a joke to which no one else is privy. And the one here answers to ever so many names, regardless of... theological connotation, I suppose. I expect that to get a sense of why Apollo seems so different - whether it comes down to coming from a different world or a different mythology or if he's generally unpleasant regardless - one would have to get to know him better." She gives Sagramore a wry look - she certainly shan't be making the effort!