A soundless snort flared Sif's nostrils, though there was a smile on her lips that he would know from far reaching memories of their youth together. Thor was hardly a student of Bragi, a warrior- not a warrior poet, but in moments he could be quite charming.
Especially if he had an end to such means.
"Turning your back to me has never been your wisest of decisions, Odinson," she warned him playfully, taking his unspoken hint. He had not grown soft, but his distinct lack of purpose on this island could lead to that. He needed a challenge the way wolves needed the hunt, and she was more than happy to give it to him.