Thor marveled at Eva's ability to make him feel as though his ramblings weren't obtuse or a waste of time. The Asgardian genuinely believed the Cheyenne woman did love it when he prattled on. Which explained the satisfied grin on his face, even before his shirt unbuttoned and her tank top was tossed. His mouth had opened, tongue cocked with a very seductive response to Eva's request until Troy's voice became audible from the door. Thor's features fell, as did his neck and shoulders from his upright position on the couch. He'd wasted too much time in his attempt to follow Eva.
Will playfully shoved Troy from the doorway, mostly in protest of the way he'd chosen to announce their presence. Omen was just going to open the door and yell 'oops'. "Hi witch, hi god." He greeted the pair, who did actually look as though they caught them off guard. "Oh myyy," he Sulu'd a bit, hand on his chest then quickly elbowed Troy in the ribs. "They're Netflix and chilling." He smiled and pointed to the TV - still paused on the Riverdale title card. Then turned to hopefully share a mischievous glance with Hemlock.
Thor stood, idly fastening the buttons on his shirt and greeted the newcomers with a pair of nods. "Netflix and chill?" he asked, eyes panning to Eva - his understanding of Earth customs still rather sketchy in some arenas.