"Aw, shucks," Darcy said, dryly. "I'm not sure I've ever had anyone threaten genocide for me before." She gave him a full, playful bat of her lashes, then gently hooked her arm through his. Her hand rested on his bicep, and she supposed that wasn't entirely an accident, but she was keeping it non-creepy. "Lead me to the fountain of husbands than, good Thor. Or I guess, lead me to something that will make me look cute first, then the fountain of husbands."