"They don't build things like they used to," Thanatos said, and if he was capable of proper inflection and distinct attachment, he might have sounded a bit wistful. But Thanatos was...well, Than. At best, things were vaguely implied. Most of the time, even discernible implications were a stretch.
But that didn't matter. He had known Makaria since she was a child. She picked up on things with him. It made him feel comfortable with her. As comfortable as he got around women, anyway. The wine helped. The wine always helped. Than took another sip, and then found himself humming thoughtfully. "We should start a chart," he absently suggested. It was meant to be a joke.
Like most of his jokes, his tone left it flat.
He did have the good sense to scoff when she continued imitating him. Paired with his horrified expression, Thanatos was looking rather animated. By his own standards, anyway. "I don't yell," he grumbled with a shake of his head. Than did know that he was even more inclined to worry unnecessarily while drunk. If Makaria fell down, of course he would've done a bit of fretting. It was a natural response. How could Thanatos explain it to Hades if he brought home an injured Makaria?
The horror was smoothed from his expression with a lazy suggestion of a smile a moment later. "As long as you don't expect me to get in the water. There's always something lurking in the water."