"Really! You didn't tell me that before." Or maybe he did, and Thor forgot. He forgets a lot of things these days. But even if he's hearing it again, it still puts a smile on his face. "Doesn't use real lightning though? You like him better than that Zeus fellow." Not that that's proof of anything, really. Thor uses lightning and Prometheus likes him just fine.

Speaking of which, it occurs to him that it's been a bit since he last heard a rumble of thunder. While the skies outside are still gray and damp, the sudden thunderstorm that he'd called up has mostly moved off and dissolved now, losing its energy out over the ocean.

One of the good things about Thor's newfound tendency to drink a bit too much is that he's easier to distract. Part of the reason why he does it, really. So that's all it takes to recapture his attention, keeping his thoughts from drifting in a direction he doesn't want. "Oh, sure. Don't want them on my territory either. Don't they have some mountain all to themselves? That one's mine," he says, gesturing with his empty glass in the vague direction of the mainland. It took so much to get this land in the first place; strange gods showing up and muscling in on his turf is the last thing he wants.