…I- of course I can! How else would my species reproduce? I just- I don’t-[Bill seems uncharacteristically flustered, and somewhat irritated.]
You remind me of Thor in his younger days…always rushing from one battle to the next, with never a thought for caution.
Can you really? Can you really have it? Are you sure?
Ooo you mean Mister Shiny Pretty? And I have caution! My squirrel kin tell me of it when they scream.
Milady, if I did not know better I would assume you were propositioning me.
“Are you lost, child?”
“Uh…I um…I think so?” Bruce stared at the figure in surprise, “Are…are you a horsey, mister?”
“Nay-” Bill began, realising too late how poor a choice of words this was. “I’m…I am not a horse. I am a Korbinite, and my name is Beta Ray Bill. You may call me Bill, if you so wish.”
…what manner of being are you?
Are you lost, child?
Forgive me. I forget my appearance can be…startling to Earth-dwellers such as yourself. Worry not - I mean you no harm, and come in peace and good faith as an ally of all Earth’s heroes. My name is Beta Ray Bill.
*smiles*
Ohhh I never had an ill-thought in my mind, good sir.
Or should I say, Mr. Bill? Right?
Bill will suffice, Earth-man…or have you another preferred appellation?
Beta Ray Bill bids you welcome, Man of Iron.
Is there something with which I can assist you?
Fair Lady Sif. You truly are a sight for sore eyes, as the old Earth saying goes.
Bill, my dear friend! It is so good to see you, truly it is. Please tell me you have been well?
My self-imposed exile from Asgard has been…difficult, but rewarding, for truly absence does make the heart grow fonder. I am all the better for seeing my brothers and sisters in arms again - you and Thor most of all.
I want. To do. /Things/.…fair lady, if you are alluding to the physical act of love…you flatter me with your offer, but I find your directness discouraging.
…. You can have sex? Can dino-aliens actually do that? I didn’t know that! [Hands on hips, grinning.] And no, I don’t want to do that vertical tango with you. I’d rather go out and save people or romp around the forest!
…I- of course I can! How else would my species reproduce? I just- I don’t-
[Bill seems uncharacteristically flustered, and somewhat irritated.]
You remind me of Thor in his younger days…always rushing from one battle to the next, with never a thought for caution.
I want. To do. /Things/.
…fair lady, if you are alluding to the physical act of love…you flatter me with your offer, but I find your directness discouraging.
Greetings, stranger. I do not believe we have met.
