There is not a single cell in Jane's body that's sorry for her current position, not even at Thor's wary tone of warning. She's never been very good at knowing when to say no when she really wants something, not even to her own self, and the way she feels so suddenly lightheaded and warm really isn't helping with her ability to make sound decisions.

(Really, though, could there ever be a better decision than this one?)

Biting against her bottom lip, she affords Thor a coy, if slightly abashed smile.

"Yes?"