You know, for the record? My dad's never even asked for a tie, and he's god of the sea.

[ tossed out there offhandedly, but he doesn't figure peter would find that too outlandish, given...well, all this.

at the question, though, he narrows his eyes, looking back around the room critically. ]

There should be, like -- cracks. Weaknesses. Somewhere around here, anyway. If we attack those, we can get out.