Thor smiled to her, and nodded. "Exactly, Sister." The he steepled his hands, and smiled at her.
On the subject of Fandral, he smiled again, wider. "He was the one who used to sing sonnets of old poems, I think, and danced around with swords, play at first, thinking he was Errol Flynn."
Then he sombered. "There is something more I must talk to you about, less easily believed, but true nonetheless. I would that you would be willing to listen to what i say next and then react, but let me finish first, please." And he waited for her assent, if she would give it.