"Drowsy, I believe is how you would categorize it." His magic had not had time to recover after it had been drained before they put him in this room. He had regained his Aseir form and his consciousness, but little more. He stands up slowly, his normally perfect posture showing his fatigue.

"Do you bring news of my fate?" He was no fool, he knew that the Avengers were upstairs, debating what would do with him They knew they could not keep him in this cage forever.