"None." It wasn't her intention to mislead Thor; She simply didn't realize until they were sitting down together that he didn't know what ginger ale was. True, she used this to her advantage, but she wanted to make sure he ate or drank at little something of substance while she was with him. Terrible as it may be, Amelia won't apologize for it until he's in a better place to hear it.

"No, you don't." She frowns softly. So many emotions are written on his face and in his body language. Some of it is her fault, certainly, but this is so much deeper than what she's forcing him to confront today. On top of that, he looks ragged and unhealthy in ways that betray how long this has been a problem. "That you would try to convince me otherwise, that you've convinced yourself otherwise, scares me."

If she were to leave now, what would happen? Would he go straight for a drink? Would he do something worse after feeling so attacked? Her chest clenches at the thought and it requires more effort to force a breath into her lungs. She can't focus on thoughts like that right now or she'll fall apart, too.

"Admitting you have a problem is difficult," she affirms, hoping this will help Thor vocalize the real issue. "It forces you to address and fight things you've been hiding from. It hurts and you'll want to fall back into habits that are best left behind. But with help, and with all the strength you already have, you can overcome it. I promise you it's possible."