Thor raised an eyebrow at her question before looking over to his mug. He reached out and downed the last bit of it. “If it is not too much trouble.” he said with a tiny smirk.
Raising an eyebrow to match his she asked, “Am I not to ask that?” With a flourish his mug was refilled and she continued to look at him her eyebrow raised and her lips pressed into a line.
Thor chuckled and shook his head, drinking from the glass again; he had forgotten how thirsty he was. “No, I just was not sure if I had any left…” He smirked at her a little, shifting to look at her properly. “Is there something I can help you with there, my dear?” he asked as he watched her expression, trying not to chuckle.
Sensing he was attempting not to laugh at her, her eyes narrowed and her face scrunched up. “No. There is not.” Turning away from him facing the television again she crossed her arms and pouted. She was not a person people laughed at! “Enjoy your ale, buffoon.” She muttered quietly, the tiny pout clearly evident on her lips.
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