[ Well, that... was definitely an unexpected introduction and it sees the corners of her mouth tugging that much more upward along with his teasing. There's a spark of recognition in her eyes when they find him now. Not the slightest inkling of fear, but wonder, excitement? Oh, there's plenty of that. ]

I could free my hands up, but I think this is deserving of a more personal touch. Vafþrúðnir never mentioned you being the God of Mischief, though.

[ And she feels somewhat cheated for it despite that her dear friend had only recently began to relate to her his people's tales of the gods. 'God of Mischief'? She hears 'God of Fun'. ]