"And you are smooth." She smirked at him before poking the right buttons to acquire access to the Tris and the landing site cleared. "Maybe I should take you to the woods outside of Asgard. Cold crisp water, air only tampered by the perfume of burning wood. Trailed padded by moss and soft damp of dead plants." She frowned suddenly, reconsidering. "Or perhaps all of those smells would be too much and another kind of overpowering."