He doesn't have to listen to this. She can't physically stop him if he decided to get up and pour himself another ale, nor could she stop him from drinking it. He is a grown man, a king, a god. Who is this mortal woman to make him do anything he doesn't want to do?

Thor raises his head, a surge of outraged indignation giving him strength as he prepares to tell her so, and falters at the look on her face.

"I... had lunch yesterday," he says instead, hesitant, defensive. But not angry, the wind petering out of his sails. "It's not like before."