[ Her irritation wasn't unknown to him. He could feel it like an on-coming storm and he was almost tempted to wait for the crack of thunder to roll and a flash of light to ignite the entire area. Old habits, of course. Thousands of years with a thunder god and one learns what to expect. ]

You're filthy.

[ His tone isn't sharp at all but he is hopelessly inclined to needling. He should know better. He always knows better but it's so hard to ignore a chance to play.

For the first time he actually misses Thor.

He misses the pure fun in antagonizing someone for sport. ]

If I think I'm doing anything it's easing your way. [ A small smile. ] Hm, anger? Resentment? Rage? The spectrum is quite large.

[ He finally glances over to her. ]

Were you planning to narrow it down I shall I keep guessing?