The electricity faded into the ether, but not after a few tendrils arced between himself and Eva. She wrapped the Thunder God in an extremely knowing hug. Thor couldn't help but reciprocate, Stormbreaker abandoned in the grass, his arms unburdened. “No. I did not,” Thor agreed, “but I have some experience with his type.”
Somehow, Eva wound up cradled in his arms, her shoeless feet free of the dirt and grass. Thor held her close to his chest, their mystic energies mingling as their electricity had so many times before. “Small steps,” he advised, and started back toward the mansion, Minor following closely with his ax in tow. “The first time I held Mjolnir on Midgard it took me a week to repair those villagers homes,” he shared with a smirk.