You immediately dip your head respectfully when you cross paths with the Patriarch Vallahalla's mate. He stops to look at you curiously, sniffing your lowered head and scoffing lightly. When you cautiously met his gaze, you swore he was smirking. "Lift your head, sveinn (young man), as quaint as your politeness is, there is a fine line between respect and hoof-licking." You straightened his posture and he smiles coyly, "There... Do enjoy yourself, just not too much hm?" He continued past you, tail brushing your side.