[Evy laughs--gently, kindly. Whoever this fellow is, she likes the cut of his jib.]

Overconfident or not, he sounds like he has...[And she searches for a satisfactory word.] Panache.

I wonder how we could apply that here in Asgard. Make ourselves a little more than--than mere pawns in the gods' game of chess. [As nice as some aspects of life in the city are, the encroaching giants aren't exactly pleasant.]