Xie Lian sketches a bow. "If that's a criteria, I'll admit that no, I am not qualified." Gods do not generally pray to one another; there is little point. Of course, he does not see the point of praying to someone who shares a house with you, either—it seems more efficient to just ask—but perhaps the splatter of durian on the canvas is integral to Dionysus' survival. "I will wish you luck, then, and swift answer."