I can get by on a little bad luck

A ghost of a smile graced Valkyrie's lips at Czernobog's surly words. His mouth said one thing, but his demeanor said another. Whether he liked it or not he knew he was being reeled in. While she didn't think she had him hook, line and sinker, he was definitely nibbling on the bait. "Valkyrie, herra. Valkyrie Finnvi."

 

She quirked a brow at him and then said smoothly, "And what about you? Should you show up what might I call you, or would you rather I come up with a nickname?"

The male was large and imposing with unusual markings and a snappy demeanor. Valkyrie was certain she could come up with something good if he refused to give her his name.