"Oh of that, I have no doubt," Sif chimed in retort, her deep-cheeked smirk softening in a subtle, but noticeable way with the introduction of his touch. It gazed over a dimple that appeared only when her eyes were like they were now- something only Thor had ever seen. When the soft contact drifted away, her own resumed- her fingertips threading gently through his hair at the temple, then combing back through the strands as they danced on her thigh. It was thoughtless and natural, perfect affection.
"Was there not another door," she asked after a moment of peaceful silence, remembering the conversation they had started. "A Midgardian city... Vargus, I think?"