For all his airs, Zeus managed to sound like an idiot to Odin's ears. Did he not think they knew all that? Passionate crime, someone who likes to think of themselves first...those were obvious points.
But when the Olympian brought up Sumer, Odin nearly lost it. Instead, he forced himself to calmly take a sip of the scotch. "No Sumer would have left Bragi alive. Nergal and his wife aren't the types to want a playtoy storyteller. And we know for certain that Bragi is still alive."
Odin wanted to keep using his son's name. Hearing it, instead of words like "god" or "skald" made him sound more real. Put a face on the name. And maybe, just maybe, if he said it often enough, Bragi would finally hear it and respond.
"I'm sorry to have intruded on your time, Zeus. My sons mean everything to me, as I'm sure your children do to you." Not that he was actually sorry. He wanted to get his own little dig in there, truth be told. Everyone knew what Zeus thought of some of his offspring. There was always some truth in the stories that were told.
"I'm sure when he returns, Bragi will have a fascinating story to tell us all. I hope you will get the chace to hear it yourself."
Odin was sure he would. For regardless of what Zeus said, his gut still told him to suspect Greece. But there were others, and it was probably time he moved on. Nothing more could come of this conversation.