His smile turned to an expression of curiosity as he listened to her explain her particular duties. "For a Goddess of Death, you are certainly..." He searched for the word, but didn't quite catch it before vocalizing the first thing that came to mind, "---chatty."
Loquacious. Was what he wanted. He had wanted to say loquacious. As it had more of a pleasant connotation. Where was Bragi to assist him in a wide array of vocabulary when he needed it?
He held up a hand. "Not a complaint. But I am not close with many gods that deal with death; so perhaps they are all more like you, and less like Thanatos?" Animated instead of quietly aggravated. Bubbly instead of stoic. It was possible. Though he doubted it.
His face lit up at her suggestion that the three of them gather together and share a drink. "He would not be pleased, I think." And he laughed as he imagined the reaction he'd receive when, and not if; he brought up the suggestion to his friend. "But I think he's used to coming along with me, somewhat unwillingly; so we will have to surprise him with it sometime." Not somewhat unwillingly, it was usually very unwillingly. But if you tolerated persistence, and Thanatos had; Thor proved himself to be a loyal friend.
"I'm glad you like it, Makaria." He smiled down at her, turning so that they stood side by side, now both sharing the same view.