He gave her a steady look, before slowly shaking his head. "And everyone wonders about why I am so... unorthodox. It is because I haven't stagnated yet. Gonna get you to think progressively if it bloody drives me bonkers. More so than I already am, me means. First, however, hot springs. Before the guests round up every whore, hooker, and booze in the plane and shove it onto my tab."<br/><br/>He pushed her through the portal, before stepping through himself, and immediately countered Thor's request for a wine that came from a vineyard that had been burned to the bed rock nearly twenty millennia ago, suggesting something less rare but so similar in taste that even a god of wines could barely tell the difference. Just because it was on his tab didn't mean they would get carte' blache.