"We'll see if that ends well for you, Asgardian," Gamora returned, and while it could have been said with a lot more sharpness there was a clear twinkle in her eye. Why did she have to prefer the men that could give as good as they got? The ones that could be frustrating and charming? "Now how many times have you used that line and truly meant it, Prince?"

Gamora huffed out a breath, genuinely unsure of what she was supposed to do in the face of such a gesture. She wasn't one inclined to blush, and hitting him would have broken the spell. Besides, she didn't actually want to hit him and that concerned her. Because not hitting him meant she wanted to do something else. "Since you probably haven't had much chance to sample the food here, I think we should go to Pho Sizzle. It's surprisingly good."