[It's likely no surprise to him that she's undeterred by his look. Or his claim that he hexes them. She suspects it would be a more playful hex, when left to his own devices.

A brow quirks with interest when he says he'll share his own cocktail later.] So long as it's not something that will give me an Asgardian hangover. [She takes another sip of her drink and then sets it down so she can start unpacking the food.] So, are we going to waste these outfits and stay in all night?