"My people are simply built differently than you. We have longer lifespans, we don't die as quickly or as easily. But we are still a people. I am still a person. Does that not make sense?"
Thor was careful, he spoke gently. Times like these he felt like the oaf that knocked over the tiny toy house of Barton's children. If he wasn't careful where he stepped, he might crush something and he had no desire to hurt her. If he didn't try to tell the truth, however, he would feel a different sort of guilt.