Last night, in that dreamlike haze, the raised eyebrow and implied challenge would have been a beacon. The gap would have been closed and he would have tasted her. But that was all in the fever dream that was the previous night. For now, Thor found himself briefly transfixed as he focused on Diana's voice.
When she stopped talking, he waited a moment, then put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up just a little more. "Good. You are a treasure, Diana. The world of humans doesn't deserve you. Never forget that."