[A wan smile. Dark, tired around the edges, but it could be for show, of course.] There are more things in this universe than even of Asgard's imagining. Imagine a creature who sought the death of all things, who gave me [A pale hand innocently resting over his own heart] an army.

An army which a planet heretofore unknown and unworthy proved itself against. Now you are a prize to slay in worship of the delusions of this creature. However mad things are, Man of Iron, fear the power behind them. [And he's serious now, invading your personal space.] The enemy of my enemy can be a useful ally.