Thor's met far more than his fair share of jealous paramours, so Caspar's mildly possessive gesture isn't a terrible surprise, nor the way Adia leans into it like she fits there. But assuring suitors out loud that he doesn't intend to steal their women away rarely helps, so he just hides his grin behind his glass as he drinks, and pretends not to see.

"I'll bet he's pleased with that. Certainly can't hurt to gain his favor," Thor says approvingly. Sure, gods can't always do half of what their admirers ask, but it doesn't hurt to win a little power in your corner for emergencies, even if it's just calling in a favor from a powerful friend.

When Adia heads off to fetch the gift, he's half expecting Caspar to interrogate him on his intentions towards her, given the looks he'd been sporting before. Being asked about the feast instead, well, Thor certainly isn't complaining, and he chuckles. "Not carols, but there is poetry recited, and sometimes speeches, and a lot of mead."