"If we'd had to put Thor in one of your shirts, no one would've been thinking anywhere close to right," he says, dryly. "Might've kept me from fighting with Tony, though." He's not dwelling, either. Or lingering.

Not flinching away, either, though.

"Steal away. I'll never say anything that concise again." And now that he's got his stuff, he goes and just crams it into his backpack and slides that backpack under the bed. "You have anything besides a shirt you need to grab before we head out?"