Diana knew enough. Asgardians were like earth's Vikings, just with fancier toys and shinier cities. He felt her freeze up, though, and wondered for a second if he'd taken things too far, invoking the Asgardian beauty as a comparison to Diana. The truth was that Diana could take the title in Thor's mind, no matter what. Amora was a heartless, vile woman, despite her natural outward beauty. Diana, on the other hand, was exactly what she appeared to be, with the heart to match.
Her voice, low like that, sent shivers down his spine in the moment. This was too much, too sudden. He'd acted foolishly, and would soon pay for it. Thor had no doubt. "Charm you into winning? Never." He chided her, unable to wipe the playful smirk from his face. Redness flooded into his cheeks as she stepped down, the gesture not missed for a moment as she settled back on flat feet. She stepped away and Thor could have sworn he saw a snake make its way between them. It disappeared as fast as it had come, so he paid it no mind.