"That goes without saying," Thanatos agreed, though his tone certainly didn't suggest he'd be pleased about it. His tone rarely suggested he would be pleased about anything. "But that's still a terrible position to put me in. Falling off of things just because you're drinking with a god who can catch you." Than clicked his tongue disapprovingly, though he meant for all that scolding to be in jest.
Whether she caught it or not was always debatable. Thanatos had never really mastered delivery all that well.
He really couldn't disagree with her on that point. Mortals were more creative with death than Thanatos could ever be. Not that he designed manners of dying, that wasn't his specialty at all, but if it had been, he still wouldn't have come up with half the ways humans found to die. Mostly because Than wasn't a complete and utter moron.
With a hum, he nodded amiably, swallowing a sip of wine. "I really have to wonder how long this bridge will stand before the engineering fails and it collapses." Sometimes his faith in mankind left something to be desired.
He could tell she was smiling at him, and though he wasn't entirely sure why, Thanatos felt another lazy suggestion of amusement touch his lips. "The Cliffs of Dover? I thought we visited those once. In the Fall, no less." They visited a lot of places. A number of them had been cliffs. Sometimes Than got the names mixed up.
It wasn't until Makaria was discussing a tragic trip through the woods that Than stopped pondering the British cliffs, and started looking slightly horrified. It was the most exaggerated expression he'd pulled since entering their picnic area. "I was not yelling about trees. That was you." It had to have been her.