You are still the winner in my eye. [ Thor wasn't so foolish as to believe he wasn't attractive. Once upon a time he had been very aware of his appeal to either sex. Right now though, he was maybe a little shaken and dare he even admit - fragile. It was easier for him to focus on Isabelle's beauty. ] I have been looking forward to this moment the second I returned to the city.
[ He watched a little too intently as she unbuttoned her coat and he could admire her choice in dress. There were few who could truly live up to her taste in fashion, and talent for making herself look even more stunning.
He took an opportunity to press his hand to the small of her back as he helped her into her seat. It wasn't necessary, but Thor wasn't entirely without manners. He still remembered some things his mother had taught him about treating women. ]
I have tried once before to tell it, and found myself lacking as a narrator, but I will do better for you, my lady.
How can I argue with that? [It might not have been a contest, but if he insisted, who was she to tell him otherwise? Her grin remains bright and playful as he very gentlemanly helps to her to seat. It's hard not to feel absolutely gorgeous with the way he treats her, looks at her, and while that alone would be more than enough to keep her coming back, there's so much more to him.
She can't help but keep smiling, reaching out her hand across the table for his, if he'll take it.]
Tell me as much as you want to, however you want to. I'm just glad to see you again.
[ Thor wasn't going to pretend to have Isabelle figured out quite so quickly, but what he did know was that he wanted the opportunity to get to know her. And she definitely deserved only the best treatment.
He took her hand with a quiet huff of laughter and gave it a gentle squeeze. ]
You have no idea how truly grateful I am to be able to see you too, Lady Isabelle.
[ He then took a breath and tried to summarise what had happened better than the tale he'd tried to spin for Magnus. The death of his father, the loss of his people. The discovery of a secret (evil) sister. Sakaar needed a little more explaining given the presence of Hulk and Banner, not to mention reconnecting with his brother and his new... friend. There were now three Asgardians in Cadelle. He wasn't about to warn Isabelle away from Loki, but should his brother ever hurt her he was going to be out for the God of Mischief's head. Or maybe just his hair since he'd loved Thor's haircut so much. ]
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[ He watched a little too intently as she unbuttoned her coat and he could admire her choice in dress. There were few who could truly live up to her taste in fashion, and talent for making herself look even more stunning.
He took an opportunity to press his hand to the small of her back as he helped her into her seat. It wasn't necessary, but Thor wasn't entirely without manners. He still remembered some things his mother had taught him about treating women. ]
I have tried once before to tell it, and found myself lacking as a narrator, but I will do better for you, my lady.
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She can't help but keep smiling, reaching out her hand across the table for his, if he'll take it.]
Tell me as much as you want to, however you want to. I'm just glad to see you again.
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He took her hand with a quiet huff of laughter and gave it a gentle squeeze. ]
You have no idea how truly grateful I am to be able to see you too, Lady Isabelle.
[ He then took a breath and tried to summarise what had happened better than the tale he'd tried to spin for Magnus. The death of his father, the loss of his people. The discovery of a secret (evil) sister. Sakaar needed a little more explaining given the presence of Hulk and Banner, not to mention reconnecting with his brother and his new... friend. There were now three Asgardians in Cadelle. He wasn't about to warn Isabelle away from Loki, but should his brother ever hurt her he was going to be out for the God of Mischief's head. Or maybe just his hair since he'd loved Thor's haircut so much. ]