"Rarely," he grins, moving away from her and beginning to take a look around this new shared space, "but in this instance, yes. Deadly serious." The apartment, if he could be called that, was small, far smaller than he was used to living in even alone, and would certainly take some getting used to. Most recently he'd been the king of Asgard for a time, after all. This was certainly not an improvement.

"Thor? Do magic?" He laughs, shaking his head and turning back to her. "Certainly not. It takes a degree of finesse to master magic, something my broad, blond, picturesque prince of a brother sorely lacks." He referenced her 'princely expectation' with chagrin masked with a saccharine smile. "I take it magic is something you'd like to learn?"