"Mm, none taken." It's not like he's wrong. Though the thought of being able to just turn one's back on godhood as easily as Thor had once turned his back on the throne puts an odd sort of yearning in his chest, as if perhaps by being nothing more than a man, Thor might have avoided all this. Wishful thinking, he knows; it would have happened anyway, had he not been involved. So he puts a smile on his face, no matter that there's no spark in his eye. "I'm glad for you. You've got a good thing going; don't let anyone tell you different."

What's a kaiju movie? Never mind, doesn't matter. If something else would fight the World Serpent for him, then so be it. Thor taps his glass against Prometheus' in a mock toast to that idea, though he nearly misses. Might be more the alcohol than the depth perception this time, but he doesn't seem to mind either way.

"Oh, yes. Clever, passionate, brave... very human." His voice wobbles a little as he realizes he doesn't even know if Jane is alive right now. Fifty-fifty chance either way. There's a part of him that really, really does not want to know. It's none of his business anymore anyway, right? She's moved on, and he's supposed to have done the same. Thor clears his throat, and runs his free hand through his hair, or at least he tries before the tangles stop him and he's no longer coordinated enough to sort it out. "It was kind of a... long-distance thing, for a while. Her work kept her busy, and so did mine. Didn't work out. We broke up a while ago."