The smile falters now too, and Thor frowns, continuing to fidget. "Well, I... suppose you're right." A few minutes. He can do that. Deflect, deny, ease Loki's worries and get back home. Simple.

Should he order a drink? That's a normal thing to do in a tavern, especially when you're socializing. It's not like it's something Thor hasn't done a thousand times before in better days, and it hadn't meant anything then. "A glass of ale, then?" he asks, trying to put the smile back, as if they were both youths celebrating after a successful hunt. That's all this is. Just hanging out with his brother. "How've you been?"