[Thanatos really isn't sure what he was expecting, but being tossed a strange container of liquid certainly was not on the list of top ten. There's a fraction of a moment he almost decides to lean out of its trajectory, allowing it to sail past him to explode in a mess of fizzy sweetness--but he decides against it. Instead, he catches it in his gloveless hand with a mechanical-like movement.

Glancing down at the container, his brow lowers into a stern crease. A sterner one than before, anyway.]

...Do you expect me to drink this--whatever this is? I know you are known for this, but perhaps we shouldn't be so hasty when we know so little of this realm.

[And then he holds the soda back out to Hermes, clearly having little intent on drinking it. Besides, you don't just give Thanatos things like this! He doesn't know you like that, Hermes!]