"I'm not asking them," he said softly, nothing about her reply giving him any kind of comfort. "I'm asking you."
Dionysus, whatever Ninkasi might think of him, was about fifty pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. There were times when, apparently, he was fine, quirky, eccentric, but benign. Then again, there were times when he was a genocidal fucking maniac. Thor wasn't sure that he'd be taking advice from a guy like that.
And normally he'd think her aunt was a good person for her to talk to, scary as Ereshkigal was, but if she was agreeing with Drinky McNutjob, then maybe not so much. It didn't give him as much comfort as it should to know she'd talked to her father's sister. So he was still rather frowny as he followed her back to the now-happy-yellow living room.
"What are you overreacting to?" Thor was rather cautious in asking the question. Because if it was what he feared, he had a worry that he'd be the one overreacting, and somebody might end up dead. And he'd just got done apologizing to his father for almost causing an Incident. But if it was his worst fear? He didn't think he'd feel too bad about losing his shit on the piece of shit that hurt his friend.
He was actually getting himself a bit worked up before getting all the details, he reminded himself. So he took a slow breath and asked for clarification. "What's 'is name, and how many of 'is bones do I have to break?"