Bobby-Thor Combo He knows? I... guess? he said as he raised his eyebrow slightly. He exhaled in relief then, even if the moment was awkward. "Remy and Logan... well... they have sex. A lot. With pretty much everyone. Frankly I'm surprised neither of 'em have tried bedding you yet."
Maybe he didn't recognize being hit on? he speculated as that was pretty much the only explanation he could come up with for Logan and Remy not having at least put an offer on the table.
The smells of intermingling spices and browning meat began to tickle Thor's nostrils as soon as the elevator doors opened. As he positioned himself sideways to allow Ragnar easier access to the cabin, he looked towards the Fenrisian with a smile on his face. "'Tis most frequent here for comradely bonds to express themselves in the bedroom," Thor stated quite brightly with only casual acceptance on his face; "it was very much the same way amongst myself, the Warriors' Three and the Lady Sif back on Asgard."
Bobby blushed slightly again as his eyes went wide. He...he... his thoughts went rather filthy for that moment but finally the elevator arrived at the main floor. The scents of Gambit's cooking were actually good enough to drive the thoughts of sex from his mind. He quickly left the cabin as he suddenly felt grateful to the Cajun for creating a perfect distraction to get out of telling a seven-foot-tall religious-nut Space Viking about just how much sex occurred between the people here. "Alright, best-food-ever time!" he cheerfully said as he bounded out into the main floor hallway.
Thor laughed at Bobby's exhuberance; "aye, let us!" he boomed as he followed the Cryokinetic with Ragnar in tow. He could not possibly think our customs are wrong? Could he? he wondered as he looked up into the lupine gaze of the taller man.