Human? No. Not human, the smell is all wrong. Something of space in the scent, something of age. Not Aesir, either. He's curious in spite of his roiling temper.

It doesn't hurt to be called beautiful, either, to be honest. His ears are back, but the snarl of his lips eases a little. "Yes. You may admire."

He's a magnificent monster, he knows that. Hela used to say nice things to him.

The Doctor's answer isn't one he likes, though, and he growls again. "Don't want it mended. What is dentist?"