The brush of Susan's fingers against her ear, and her palm against her cheek, has Janet admittedly distracted. She turns her face into the touch just a bit. Beneath the water, she lets her hand slip down so that she's holding onto Susan's other hand instead, her thumb pressed now to the meatiest part of Susan's palm. "Bacchus, huh? I have to admit, we only had the two gods, and they were both shit." At least they're gone now.