Thor laughs, a low rumble in his throat as he takes in the strange sights and sounds. It is a conscious effort to not continue to make it rain, so eager is he to use all the powers once left to him. In the end, he cannot help himself the indulgence. Clouds roll in above the city and rain pours down on the busy streets, leaving a suspiciously dry circle around himself and Aphrodite as they walk. Their path clears a little as people find shelter from the rain, and he shoots Aphrodite a wry smile.

"And I would bring the thunder," he replies in agreement. "But our keepers are a treacherous lot, and I do not trust them to fight fair. Our powers would sooner be turned against us than them."