“HALF-BREED! I know not why the All-Father has invited your kind, but come! Drink!” A large goblet of mead was held in the air as Thor’s words boomed through the feasting hall. “Unless you are too weak for mead… I am sure that we have something in the kitchens for milk drinkers like yourself!”
Ky was about to make the note that he didn’t have a kid. He wasn’t a human and that he wasn’t entirely a demon either. The only problem was he knew waisting air on voicing that fact wouldn’t gain him any favors. Especially when it was clear Thor already had it out for him… in more ways than one. “I’ve drank the hardest alcohol on Earth,” he said bluntly. “I think I can handle a little mead.”