Eric looked down at his tracksuit. He though it quite nice and the color suited him, brought out the blue in his blue green eyes. It wasn't some ridiculous cape. He certainly hadn't had any complaints from the women and the man in his life although he had seen quite a lot less of Barton since he had moved into the prison. Eric wasn't suited to prison life and would only enter the grounds to escort someone such as Sookie out. He would of course make the exception for Natasha and Clint's wedding.
"Yes but is anyone actually dealing with her?" Eric asked seriously. He hadn't expected to have such a serious conversation with the trickster god but these were serious times. Perhaps they would get back to picking on each other's choice of outfits in due time. Truce for now was something that Eric understood well in his thousand years. There had been many times when he'd had to make a truce for now and then later? Well, later was different.
"Have you and Thor tried take a turn at her? See what you can do? You are gods, correct? Perhaps she'll see you as equals." Eric could accompany them if they so wished. He was no god but he did have a certain skill that came in handy when one needed to make a swift exit as was sometimes needed. It was the one advantage that Eric had over the others. He was going to have to start teaching Pam soon. Learning to fly wasn't as easy as it sounded after all. There was a learning curve and he needed to get her up in the air as quickly as possible in case they ever needed to make a sharp exit. Tara was probably too young to learn but they could always grab her and fly off.