[The hunt has gone well and little time wasted - and with two skinned, gutted rabbits dangling from his belt and haversack packed to the brim with tinder and chunks of dried wood, he readies himself to teleport back to his hole in the ground. But that's when someone familiar comes rustling through the woods.
It's hard to miss a flash of bared skin in his vision and harder yet to resist turning his head for a better look. But why resist? It's not every day when he's privy to glimpse of a sculpturesque physique with nearly nothing left to the imagination. With a faint smile he looks Thor up and down, though more down than up. Quite the right ratio of meat to fat on this one.]
'tis rather cold, isn't it?
[His eyes flick back up to Thor's, glittering with amusement.]
[action; woodsy stuff]
It's hard to miss a flash of bared skin in his vision and harder yet to resist turning his head for a better look. But why resist? It's not every day when he's privy to glimpse of a sculpturesque physique with nearly nothing left to the imagination. With a faint smile he looks Thor up and down, though more down than up. Quite the right ratio of meat to fat on this one.]
'tis rather cold, isn't it?
[His eyes flick back up to Thor's, glittering with amusement.]