He shrugged, not really understanding beauty. He wasn't vain. He just knew he was powerful, and it had nothing to do with how he looked. "I don't know. She's nice enough." He was happy enough knowing there were similar things like him around. They stayed out of his ocean and he'd be happy with them.
When Fenris arrived he felt like there was a strain. He didn't understand it. He was missing something.
He released Hel to walk to his brother and take the bags. He rarely ate the food they bought (too little and he preferred prey he could kill himself) but he always helped.