Only glancing away to give a brief nod of thanks to the bartender who'd returned with his drink, a 'usual' that turned out to be nothing more extravagant than beer, the corner of Adam's lips curled a little higher, less of a smirk and a dash more of a smile, especially at the mention of Thor.
"I'll suggest the hammer-and-tunic look to my sergeant next time she stalks into the office. See how long it takes for that another one's gone crazy look to reach her eyes."
As he reached for his beer, if his experience hadn't told him otherwise, he might've thought Noelle wasn't half-bad when she wasn't asking too many questions - those questions which had always been all the more irritating for him when his dismissals were because there really wasn't anything to tell, rather than any need for confidentiality. If it came down to it, he couldn't promise himself that he'd be able to resist dangling a snippet of an intriguing case in front of her, even if he'd regret it later. The idea of it felt like the secret kind of pleasure that came with pushing a bruise.