Thor kicks off his shoes, then takes off his vest and top, then lays down on his sleeping bag next to him.

Thor leans on his elbow and watches Tony for a moment, not saying anything. He wouldn't ever describe Tony as beautiful or as a butterfly, but he is handsome. Thor's pretty sure he knows that already, though.

His eyes shift away from paramour and down to the massive tome he's focused on. "What are you reading?" he asks, running an idle finger along the outside of Tony's earlobe.