Even though Thor does not know what a sponge bath is, he is more than familiar with that kind of look. Once, he would have reveled in it, cocky and self-assured of his attractiveness, young and virile and godly. Now, though... that has all been crushed under the weight of what he carries on his shoulders, and what he looks like has never mattered less to him than it does now.

He looks away, and doesn't smile. "I was going to." Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, either. He just doesn't see the point, not when he doesn't have to go out and let people see him. But now Harley is here, in his house, and even if she's not giving him judgmental looks he still imagines it anyway, and he deserves every minute of it. What kind of king can't even muster up the energy to make himself presentable, whether he's having company or not?