Gives me a serious sorta look and nods. "And just what kind of games does the god of murder play? I do not trust his games or his forbearance where your safety is concerned. Nor Freya's."

"Well me neither, I can tell you that for bloody nothing. Damn near scared me half to death." Nudge him and give him a bit of a look, only I reckon I'm grinning so that probably don't do nothing for the effect. "Don't need to warn me. Reckon the teethmarks do that." See, this is why it was a good idea, getting drunk, cause that sorta makes me laugh now. "Is that what he's the god of? You'd reckon murderers'd need hands."

"Bloody drunk is a bloody brilliant idea," he says, pouring us another (and I don't reckon I can keep this sorta pace up, never mind Samuel and wolves and the rest of it). Raises his glass, but I'm too busy grinning to drink mine. "You got that off me!" I say, nudging his shoulder with mine and laughing suddenly. "You should definitely swear more often. So should I. Told Samuel to fuck off, when I yelled at him." Still makes me blush a bit, but it's definitely funnier from this side of a few whiskeys.