Thor squinted as he thought. Mostly because Shiloh now had her hands on the side of his face, palms flat, pulling upwards, stretching the skin around his eyes in ways it probably wasn't really meant to go. He was pretty sure the word she was giggling was "smile" but since the s seemed to have gone missing, he wasn't completely certain.
"Maybe," he hedged. "Not sure how fast the little guy is, or where 'e might take off to. You got a backyard? That might be better."
Or at least easier to patrol. In theory. His own kids had been runners from an early age, off to get into whatever mischief their curious minds could find. All of them. His boys, and he included Ullr in that count, and Thrud. He was used to active kids.
But these weren't his kids, and he wasn't sure their mom would be okay with them dangling from a branch in a pine tree fifty feet off the ground just to see if there were chicks in that nest or not. So it was probably better to keep them kinda penned in. For now anyway. He and Loki could probably handle that, right? Right.