Ragnar suddenly broke into a grin, looking a little taken aback and thoughtful. It had nothing to do with the sentiment behind what the young man said and everything to do with one single word.

"Mind fuck," He tried it out and grinned again, "Mindfuck. I like that. It was a mindfuck."

He couldn't stop smirking about this brilliant new word. It was so absolutely perfect and it summed up just about everything about this place.

"Does he?" He was baiting for more information, well aware that Ivar had an, almost strange, preoccupation with him, "You must already know my name."