[ Now that he can see the man's face, Thor recognizes him as well. He had thought nothing of it in the dream they had shared, but looking at him now, he would fit in easily among Asgardians with his leather armor and broad shoulders... and apparent affiliation with wolves. His eyes are certainly striking even outside of the dream. ]

I was visiting. And availing myself of Stark's hospitality. [ He raises the not insubstantial bottle of whiskey. ] Tony and I have been friends for some years now... as trying as it can be at times.

[ If Jarvis knows the man, Tony certainly does, so Thor doesn't think he needs to elaborate on that point. Anyone who's met Tony even one time will understand.

He shakes his head and steps forward. ] Forgive me, we haven't properly met — I am Thor, son of Odin. [ He fastens the hammer to his belt and reaches out to shake the wolf's paw, since Geralt has his hands full. It's easy to guess at the string of events that led him to hauling the creature bodily out of the tower, even if he himself had no interest in entering. ] If you and your companion have no business to attend, perhaps a drink is in order? I feel I owe you one but... [ He inclines his head toward the tower with a smile. ] It will be his treat.

[ It's true that he could summon whatever he desired, but when it comes to this particular taste, even Thor would admit that Tony has a particularly good palette. He certainly won't care that the drink was taken. ]