[He flexes his jaw but swallows, taking another pull from his wine before continuing, shaking his head.]

No. I did. [He breathes a sigh, looking down at his glass. He isn't normally one for melodrama, or unpacking feeling at all, but Wanda, an Avenger? Winning her over to his side? Gaining her sympathy? It was too good an opportunity to pass up.] I did, but I was so... [A beat passed before he finished.] Jealous. I was jealous of Thor, of his accomplishments, the effortless way he earned the love of our people, how flippantly it was assumed he would ascend the throne upon our Father's death. I hated him for it, and then I hated my father for his lies, and my...my mother for her acceptance of them. The scepter preyed on that.