You sure are reliable. [It's not a nasty remark, but it's delivered in a way that it's not quite a compliment, either. Arthur strolls over to the couch-- the PASIV's sitting on the coffee table, purposefully displayed there to leave an air of tension over the conversation. Build up suspense. That kind of thing. He puts his feet on the table, right beside it, and takes another swig.]

Uh huh. I saw you picking a fight with Loki. [There's a barely contained smirk on his face. Breaking the god was... satisfying on so many levels, the biggest one being: he broke a god.] You know, you can hit him if you want. I won't stop you. Guys like him, backwards, primitive fairy tale people... [He laughs unpleasantly.] They're like dogs. Just swat 'em a few times.

[GO ON, PERRY. BE VIOLENT.]