The fact that they cannot entertain themselves for a moment and force us to do it for them, like children. [ Is the answer he gives while ducking another bit of fire; his lungs already beginning to ache. He had hoped they would come across a winter or a field of cold which would give him an advantage naturally, but not fire, not this. Still he leads them as asked, over trees through holes, ducking about trees and fire as if the things were living and cloying, attempting to scratch or burn. He follows the path made-- as much as he hates it, as it is not in line with the chaos he favors at all-- till they break the line between fire and the rest of the field.

He curls his fist around Thor's shoulder to stop him once they've made perhaps thirty feet of distance and tries to still him completely, ] Silence. [ It's a snap as he lowers his weight a bit, moving less like the regal man and more like the predator he could be. ] They would not move us this way if it was not toward conflict. [ He elaborates as he pushes a step closer to Thor once more. ]

Keep an eye out, and try not to be your usual loud self.