"All Norsemen are proud Freya, even those like me that don't see a reason in telling all of our tales." Oh he KNEW but he wasn't saying anything at this point. He didn't want to bring it up like so many thing.

"Lucky, I'd love to share an apple with a horse." He liked apple's to, he favored cider as a drink becuase it made him miss his mother and his youth. "It takes time," He reassured her when she leaned over his shoulder that bit and started moving so he could swim a little and pull her around slowly.

"Before I moved into the Roadhouse I would sleep in the stables a lot, so I met a lot of people who work there. Tell Delia you are a friend of mine one day, it's worth a laugh." He teased playfully.