"None...?" Thor gives another look at the drink in his hands, a pink flush to his cheeks above the scruff of his beard. Did she trick him? Or is he a fool for not knowing?

Flustered, he sets it down heavily on the table. "I'm not hiding anything. I'm fine. Don't I look okay?"

He doesn't. He looks distressed and a little betrayed, and more than a little desperate. Desperate for this to all be normal, for her to laugh and change the subject to something more comfortable, for a real drink.