"You'd be surprised how seldom I hear that." She mumbles, half to herself, as she gets up and dusts off her skirt. She'll admit, her streak of good luck has once again encouraged her to push her luck. And well, this time she has a god on her side. So Ivar is getting a kiss on the cheek. Arguably platonic, affectionate... gaging his reaction to her touch.

"My bed's the fourth one on the first floor... I keep a skeleton in it, so it's hard to miss." And while she's moving to leave before her embarrassment and nerves over what she just did take hold of her, she won't protest if he pulls her back or follows her.