Prometheus lifts his glass in turn. "And to you, friend." He'd be happy to talk about how he created humans, but Thor is wise to wait until another time to ask. Not only because of his own lack of sobriety, but the Titan's as well. Thor would get a far more rambling answer in his current state, laced with tangents and anecdotes and pop culture references that would leave the god more confused than enlightened.

Such as using 'yuck my yum', which Prometheus only picked up recently, but enjoys using, as he does many colloquialisms. He catches that look of confusion on Thor's face, and laughs, waving his hand. "Sorry. It means I shouldn't put down something that you like just because it's not for me. It's a human phrase. They always come up with such amusing ways of saying things."

Then he settles down again and listens, but only until Thor mentions Sif. "Oh!" He sits up suddenly. "Oh, I met her! Oh, Thor. She's something else. Ready to help everyone, even without her memories... did she ever get her memories back? Do you know? I haven't seen her since."