Thor's eyes fly open, and he breaks off the kiss with a startled laugh that quickly dissolves into laboured breaths. She's so light in his arms, but there's no mistaking her for delicate, her desire plain and clear, though Thor's not entirely sure what to do with her forwardness. They're still outside, after all, and while Thor hasn't any neighbours close by, it hardly escapes his notice that this may not be the time (nor place) for such activities. While the latter is easily rectifiable, he can't help but think she deserves something a bit better than what he currently has to offer, though it's becoming increasingly difficult to think much at all.

"Jane--"