( This man... is an utter hoot. Is he? Does he think himself so?

Forgive Thor who, between slow, pained, tender blinks, turns his head towards one of the spirits to murmur: )

I don't understand him. Do you?

( One of the spirits shrugs. Another, bringing her hands before her mouth, seems to imitate hooting. A third shrugs as well. A fourth rolls his eyes, turning to leave. Says Thor: )

...no? ( Then to the man: ) We don't understand you.