“I think we should date,” I told him. Thor huffed out a nervous little laugh. “Isn’t that what we’re doing already?” “Rolling around in bed together is not dating.” “Oh, so you want me to wine and dine you, is that it?” I turned to face him, bracing a hand on my hip. “Yeah,” I said, bristling. “You have a problem with that? Is courting not a part of your fancy mating process?” He blushed and gave me a sweet smile. “Alright,” he said. “If that’s what you want. Prepare to be wooed, Cassian Rhodes.”
