Freya's eyes widened as he moved her hand to rest on one of his scars. She had tried not to touch them, even when she'd been asking about them. She always thought that they still ached somehow and touching them would hurt. The scar felt raised and bumpy beneath her fingers. As someone who couldn't get visible scars, Freya was enamored.

"No one else? I can't imagine you introducing me to pain." She had a high pain tolerance though he was one of the only people who knew what silver did to her.

Freya swallowed when he recited the deal. She'd honestly forgotten that part. "Oh, no. I don't remember that being the deal." This was a moment where not wearing a shirt was going to be Freya's downfall because her stomach was very ticklish.