Myre just looked at Vader, wondering what in the world was wrong with him. Was he...choking? No. He was laughing. It caught Myre, who had mentally pegged him as something akin to an Elven Lord, off guard. Elves certainly didn't laugh.
"Do you know me well enough to say if it's a well deserved title or not?" Myre asked, cocking her head at him. He wasn't like the other Asgardians she'd talked to. Not so...soft and annoying.