"It would've been fine if you were a robot," Thor is quick to add, only just slightly defensive. Nothing wrong with robots, even when they're people.

Ah, now this is more familiar territory. Thor's been on modern-day Earth long enough for the term metahuman to be known to him, though the circumstances of the stranger's 'function' is uncomfortably reminiscent of what the Sokovia Accords had wanted to accomplish. Thor's gaze sharpens a little, looking his tablemate up and down. Someone like Natasha had been, maybe.

But before he can pursue that line of thinking further, the topic shifts and recenters, and he's quick to shake his head. "Someone who loves me," he corrects, though there's a note of uncertainty in his voice. "It's... complicated. I didn't know until just recently. We've grown close over the last few years, and she is dear to me."