Re: Harry | Sif (evening)
She turned to look at him and Harry stared back at the Asgardian with a smile. The key to not looking weak in front of monsters was to stop acting weak. Not that Sif thought of Harry that way, he was more like a particularly interesting looking bug. But whatever. If it kept her from eating him like some kind of preying mantis, all the better.
"If the shoe fits," Harry replied blithely, amused. Hell yes, he would never pass up the opportunity to sass and make fun of the woman in front of him (scary Norse warrior or not). They'd gone rushing into battle together, defended a corridor against hordes and hordes of alien monsters and she'd stood over him when he'd lost the ability to continue fighting. If tha didn't make them friends, then there was nothing in the world that could change it. And friends endured Harry's horrible teasing. So he grinned.
"Sticks, Sif, not blades. I know enough about sword fighting to known I don't know anything about it. But I've been practicing stick fighting with a quarterstaff for a couple of years. And I can fence, but fencing isn't sword fighting. I have a friend who trained with... some Asgardians," he hedged, "and she taught me some shit too. It's just been a few years and I'm rusty. I figured I can't always rely on my magic, so the stick fighting will have to do."
Harry stepped toward her and accepted the weapon she was offering, looking at it a little askance for a moment.
"Trust me, if 'm going to cheat with magic I'll punch you in the face with it, not trick you with the sword."