Diana did not press that advantage right away, but it was not caution that kept her. The Daughters of Themyscira did not know fear, and while Diana was half-goddess, she had been raised on Themyscira with her sisters, in spirit if not in blood. She wanted to follow, teeth bared and claws raised, so to speak, but she had heard his breathing, saw the difficulty as he rose. Not that he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, but Diana needed to be aware of who and what she was, if she was going to play with her friends like this. Thor was strong, but he was not infallible.
He was apparently still plenty well enough to make jokes, though, and Diana laughed. She couldn’t help it. “Ouch,” she said, and her face showed all the hurt in the world, except for the sparkle in her eyes. She couldn’t hold it for long, and she came for him, meaning to pin him against the tree he was in front of, however horrible an idea that was. She had an idea she wasn’t going to make it that far. “So much for being so enchanting moments ago.”