Thor can't help but smile a little at the child, still too young for speech. He lets his arm rest across the table, enough for the baby to touch the metal and grasp at his fingers. It's not an exact match for a living arm, but the godforged prosthetic has a sense of touch, letting him gently grasp those little fingers and shake them playfully.

It's a softer contrast to the conversation that has him looking so troubled. "No, rather the other way around. She confessed her feelings for me. I suggested a date, and that caused her to take fright."