She might very well be the end of him, but Thor wonders, idly, if it wouldn't be such a terrible way to go. At least she hasn't run him over lately, though the absence of a vehicle might have something to do with that.

"You're not a matter of convenience, Jane," he replies, brows furrowing a little, though he appreciates she means the statement in good humour. Bending at the knee, his hands move to pry her legs from his waist, and set her back down on the ground. "I wish to treat you well."