"Thank you," Sif said to Sam as he handed her a drink which she was grateful as apparently she looked "adequate" and that was most definitely not what any woman regardless of her strength wanted to hear.
At least Darcy thought she looked "smoking hot".
"I bid you farewell," Sif said to the gathered crowd, "I feel the need of absence quite keenly." She gave both Darcy and Sam a parting smile though a withering look was saved for the God of Mischief.
And with a distinct sway of her hips she vanished back into the rest of the party.