"Mm." Thor's agreement is short, muted, very much not wanting to dwell on these thoughts. He's worked so hard to move on, and it's still a work in progress; he doesn't want to go back to the darker days if there's anything he can do to stop it.

To that end, he tips up his glass and drains it, pasting a smile on by the time he lowers it, empty. "A home fit for a king, right?" Not really, not for a king such as Odin, but Thor is not their father and he is trying very hard to find the king he wants to be, rather than the one Odin had wanted. "I feel like I should probably paint it. The outside, I mean. Not gold though. I've had enough of that." He sets his glass in the sink, among a few other dirty dishes, and wipes his palm against his pants. "So, the tour."