Diana did indeed have the hearing for it, when she focused. She spent a lot of time narrowing her focus, ensuring that her superior strength, speed and senses didn’t impact her daily life amongst the humans. But now, she had focused on nothing but the two of them, and there was a sound that was not her own heartbeat. So when she pulled back, that grin on her face had been triumphant. After all, Thor had started this, in taking her hands and leaning in so seriously, that rough voice cascading over her until she fought back in the only way she had. And it turned out she could fight back fairly well in that sense. Had Zeus known what he’d made, the day he’d made the Godkiller? She would’ve died to ask him.
And the grin only got worse as she answered him, because he’d gone and done it again, and Diana couldn’t simply let it lie. She’d spent her time amongst soldiers, men that had absolutely no manners and crude senses of humor, but more than that, her people were Greek. Diana was a sunbeam, a rainbow of positivity, and kinder than almost any other person on the planet… but she was not innocent.
“Good,” she said, and tilted her head to the side, catching his eyes with hers, and hers shone. “Anything else you’d like to hold me against?” She paused, tilting her head to the other side, and put on a contrived ‘uh-oh’ face. “Or is it hold against me, that the humans say?”