He was always pleased to see Catherine's choice of dress. It may be unusual in this time period, but a part of him would always be stuck in the past. It was actually rather comforting when he seen little glimpses of old-times in this modern era. But he was more pleased to see the woman looking well. Or at least not overly troubled by the events of the last stop.
"Well, no one died," was his own flippant response, giving the blonde a warm smile as he settled down beside her on the step. A brief beat of silence and he offered the earthenware corked bottle over to her. "Figured you could do with a drink." Was his only explanation. Cat was the only person in the cirque who knew the full extent of what Thorsten was. Some knew that he was a God, some had a vague knowledge of sacrifices needing to be paid. But she knew the whole story and for that there would always be a link.
"Well, that's good to hear, I'd hate to think I was the sane one in this friendship," his playful tone was warm and light, practically floating on the breeze as he rested his arms on his knees, turning his head to look over at her. "Would you like to talk about it?" He knew she wasn't all about talking about her feelings, but he needed her to know he was there for her if she needed it.