"Impressed? No. Flattered, more like." He allowed a slight grin. It was unfamiliar, being spoken to so casually. Where he came from, his name was spoken in hushed whispers or reverent awe. A reputation forged in blood and steel. He did not expect that from her. No, she had made it clear that she was not afraid of him, even with his size, his strength. These were unconcerning to Thanos, truthfully. His body was a tool: a powerful tool, undeniably, but a tool nonetheless. It was his mind that defined him. And an opportunity to test that mind against a worthy adversary, well. He was intrigued.