Sif's eyes ticked over each of his fingers, sharp sight picking up on the scars and she thought for a moment about asking how he got his scars but then decided against it. Scars were after all personal things and whilst she might not scar easy she bore other scars, deeper more ingrained ones.
She arched an eyebrow at his proposition and then narrowed her eyes again when he spoke of portals. Sif was familiar with such magic and trickery and it was still something that set her ill at ease. At another time in her life she would not have thought anything of it, but that was then and she had learned a lot since then.
"Fine," she cut out with a sharp curt nod. "You may."