Casual chains

The smirk, he liked that. There was fire in her, and Víðarr could more than appreciate that. Trying not to be too much of a jackass would be in his best interest, given the situation. Sedna did always have the option to stab hm, too, if he took things too far and didn't catch a hint. Still, there was no denying that she was cold, and Víðarr could at least help her out there. His eyebrows lifted just a bit as she spoke. "I'm just saying, it would be a shame for you to freeze after all that," he chuckles, a brassy, rumbling sound echoing from his chest. The shadow made himself comfortable here.

He dared drape his head across her shoulders, testing the waters. Something told him that she'd be rather direct if she wanted rid of him, and he hadn't picked up on that vibe so far. That, and there was no better vibe check than a stabbing.

"Víðarr"