Pervert and predator? Were those meant to be insulting? Zeus had heard far worse things about himself, often shouted directly to his face... sometimes they came from his wife. The part of stealing his crown... that was up for debate and interpretation. Thor hadn't been there. Even Odin wasn't a glimmer in the eye of the universe at that point, far as Zeus could tell. And wouldn't it be lovely for Hera and the rest of their siblings here this rowdy upstart make it sound like they were better off before Zeus' reign. Zeus would have never forced Cronos to puke up his siblings. A cruel smile formed on his lips, "I'll be happy to inform my siblings that your educated opinion of our world is that it was better while they sat in our father's gut."
There was a minute spark of light in his right hand. Not the full bolt yet, it wasn't needed yet, but the threat was there. The electricity was coursing through the air. But he knew what would happen if he called it. There was a strong chance the power in the building, maybe even the block would surge out. Only if necessary.
Though he would greatly enjoy smiting Thor into oblivion.
"But, what can be expected from an uncouth child who throws regular temper-tantrums and uses his hammer to compensate for his failings... because he can't even keep his own wife satisfied and in their own bed." There was not just irritation on Zeus' face. There was also a bit of smug challenge. Oh, he would love to smite Odin's son. It would be a great pleasure.