[ Thor's brow furrows briefly before his expression turns more considering. It's clear that he's reassessing some of his assumptions -- that perhaps this boy is neither shy, nor the inexperienced youth he had assumed. He's certainly confident when he handles the sword, false as it might be. His form, when he settles into it, is good. ]

I will match my strength to your own. [ Thor assures him. ] Perhaps when you are back to form, you will be the one granting me such favor.

[ This time, there's no teasing, just curiosity. As far as Thor is concerned, that may very well be the case, and if so -- he would like to see it. It would certainly be enjoyable to meet an actual match again, without he stakes of a thousand worlds falling to ruin.

He takes up his place across from the young man, a wooden practice sword of his own in-hand. ]

I am Thor, God of Thunder. [ A pause. ] From the brochure.

[ He beacons the young man forth -- to introduce himself, and make the first move. It will be easier for Thor to match him if he knows what he's actually up against. ]