She's a pretty woman and prettier even still when she blushes. If he were more sure of himself, he might be able to flirt, but... He's not. Ivar has never had much luck with women. They look at him as someone to feel sorry for, not a romantic interest.

Ivar's eyes soften up at the mention of Valhalla. To get the chance to contact the dead, see his father one more time, it was more then he could have hoped to ask for. Here she was trying to be nice and he'd spent days being mad at her instead.

"I'd like that very much. If you're still willing." She didn't seem like she was holding a grudge, but maybe she'd dangle such a prospect in front of his face only to snatch it away again.