"I would've poured you one in the moment but Big and Blonde slapped a gag on you." There's no tawdry joke to follow, no teasing poke about a potential kink that might be concerning- years ago? Sure, right on the tip of his tongue, he'd had to bite one back the second Thor put the damn thing on Loki after he cuffed him up- without a helmet a lightening bolt would've fried him pretty well.

But now it's just. A wry smirk, a faint looseness to his shoulders as he pulls a flask from his hip and sets it on the table. Nothing particularly special as he's trying very hard not to fall into this vice. "So it's overdue. A Stark pays their debts. Well we try not to rack them up in the first place and I probably should bill you for the you shaped hole in my livingroom but-"

A little glimmer of the old fire and humor, there and gone. "Take a drink and call it even."