Asleif still has a glare or two reserved for Anya. The mortal cow dared to lay hands upon her, to grapple with as though she were some common gutter warrior.
She wondered how long it would be before they could go back to Asgard.
"As far as I art aware," she said, to Tony's question, "mine grandfather art not engaged in such an enterprise."
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