Prometheus chuckles wryly. "Believe me, I know. I had a small following in Athens for a time... it was very stressful. It's not that I shy away from responsibility, but it didn't feel right. I'm a personification of Forethought, but I can't grant it in others. All I can do is give humans the tools necessary to work things out for themselves." It's why he's so happy when they succeed, and why he doesn't feel like they owe him anything, either.

The mock toast amuses him, although if he knew that all of his pop culture references are going over his friend's head, he would elaborate. He misses enough of them as it is, and he's lived among them for most of his life. There's just so much. It's impossible to keep up with human creativity.

"She sounds like someone worth knowing," he says warmly, after another sip of mead. It sounds like her fate is currently uncertain, which has the Titan looking away, trying to hide his own discomfort. That hits a little too close to home for him, not that Thor would know about how long it's been since Prometheus has seen his wife. "That's how it is for me and Hesione. She's an ocean nymph, the sea is her home. We lived together while raising Deucalion, but otherwise she stays in the water and I stay with humans. We meet up every so often. It's why I'm so fond of the beach."