Well, this was becoming annoying, and he wasn't even sure WHY the guy was laughing. He raised a finger to scratch at his own jaw, poked at a piece of chicken and then... sighed.

"What?"

He sat back now, leaning on the couch arm and glancing off towards him, tired and yes, confused. "If you did something to my water, I just want you to know that the reason I haven't picked anything from the box you are eating form is because the beast used to make the dish is highly deadly to men. You included. Thor was barely saved last time. Enjoy that." Said, pointing chop stick ends at him.