Thor sits patiently by as Tony works his hands through his hair. Thor wonders if this is normal for some humans. He has seen those wired contraptions in the mall that people slip upon their heads to massage it. He imagines that human fingers would be far more comfortable than the probing wire "fingers" of that device.

Once Tony is done with his exploration, Thor shifts in his seat; what he ate of the burger has settled uncomfortably in his stomach. Sure, he could pile a great deal down during feasts, but generally not all in such a short period of time.

He looks at Tony, all seriousness. "What is your assessment?" he asks.