This was the second time Thor had touched her face, an intimate gesture that so few would even have attempted. Even Dick Grayson or John Constantine, two others that should’ve been considered closer to her than Thor was, would not have done such, in her estimation. And yet the motion did not bother her any more than it had the first time. She tilted her head and leaned into his hand, but his question brought a smile to her face, and her eyes danced with mischief now along with pride.
“They did, and more properly than my own hovering allows.” And Diana’s smile grew to a grin as she continued, because darned if Thor hadn’t left himself wide open and that processing speed had seen the gap and gone for it. Diana was an apex predator in more ways than one, and never once realizing it. The Godkiller. “It felt almost as good as it does when you touch me, Thunder God.”
And to take the weight from her words, she giggled, and reached up to tug very gently at his beard. Annoying, not cute. And after all, her tears had not been from sorrow.