The affectionate ruffling wasn't all that bad, he decided. Not many people in Asgard wished to touch him, save a few, and those were people that he was used to. Perhaps it just took some time to get used to new people.

Hey, compliments earned him more petting, this isn't bad.

"I utilize my strengths accordingly. I've seen your not-very-angry face, and I would say that I would probably not enjoy seeing your angier-face, or perhaps your angriest face."

There's a bit of a pause, and his stomach does a flip. He was sure there was no mistletoe here, as the weed had been gone for the last few days. Then it wasn't just the influence that the plant had upon them, or she wouldn't be touching him, and he wouldn't be say what he was about to say, though his voice is quieter.

"But you are very pretty."