"Perhaps. It does wonders to keep a clear face, at the very least." There is universally nothing worse than a face full of your own hair when you're in the middle of something important. Particularly when commanding wind and storms is just part of your bit.

Thor isn't so thick that he doesn't note the way her expression begins to change. The sound of laughter follows and his brows knit together in vague annoyance. Her quip has him realising she's something like Stark, so he wagers the best reaction is just to stare her down for a moment before shaking his head.

"I've not heard that one before." He says dryly, sarcastically. He's heard it too many times. His eyes cast downward to the make up alongside them, snatching up a red lip liner and flicking the cap off so he can advance toward her with it.