He had sat quietly while everyone else made their noise, waiting with a mug of really nice mead to get the whole point of this.

When that point was made he sat up, one eye glinting as if catching a stray piece of light. In the dark his expression became thoughtful, looking more like the Allfather he his.

His eyes picked out Tyr and Sif in the audience before he sat back in his chair again, the mug lifted for a ponderous drink.