"As it is the nature of humans, I hold it not against them. It is expected." Well, he won't mention that it's also in his own nature, as well as most sentient beings in the nine realms.

He was such a showy being down to the very core of his nature. So he drank up the attention like a precious few drops of water on a parched tongue. His smile never faded, it only grew. And when Hannibal reached out to touch the tea, he simply hummed appreciatively because the man was more intelligent than most. Seeing wasn't always believing. He needed to confirm with all of his senses.

The demigod pushed his Jotun power back, struggling just a bit to keep from frosting over the vicinity as he reined it back in. As it was, the air temperature had already rapidly decreased around him and frost lingered.

When his brother was insulted, the grin took on a sharper, more dangerous sort of glee. "Quite so. Oh, but if only the others saw through him as I do. He is the first-born, and as such, will always be forgiven his ignorance. My intelligence tends to intimidate."