Truth be told, Sif was impressed. She hadn’t expected even an enhanced human to hold their own against her for long, yet he was full of surprises it seemed. While she wasn’t exactly the goading, bragging sort during a legitimate fight, she had taken the opportunity to make the occasional, light-hearted comment as they sparred. It was good to have a chance to enjoy herself, and to enjoy the chance to stretch her muscles.
When he returned to the table with the drinks, she offered a pleasant smile in return to his own. “And you, Steve Rogers.”
Sif leaned forward, picked up one of the glasses, and took a deep drink from it. She had become fond of the alcohol they served on Earth -- it was not as strong as what she was accustomed, but it had its own unique flavour nonetheless. As she settled the glass back down neatly, she took a mental note of her own bruises, and the stiffness of her muscles.
“You are very skilled,” she said, matter-of-factly. “I should not be surprised, but I am glad to see that there were no exaggerations made in regard to your abilities. Thank you for meeting me.”