The surprise on Thor's face might have been comical in any other situation - he looked like nothing quite so much as an oversized puppy that had just been swatted across the snout by an irate cat. He lifted his hands, palms out, hardly a comforting gesture considering their proximity.

"I swear to you, I mean you no harm."

Regardless of what he'd been told was the purpose to their captivity, he could see no honor in killing a mortal girl scarcely out of childhood.