"I am," Ragnar replied. "I was born in Norway. In a village by the sea. How can I possibly be offended by that?" He smiled brightly. "I have tried to keep my look a little bit viking-" Ragnar stroked his beard and smiled.
His smile remained bright as Pippin's cheeks coloured again. Well, he hadn't put those images in her head accidentally, after all. And Ragnar was glad that she was picking it up. "It really is. It's going to start getting colder here soon. Not as cold as home, but still good enough for a fire pit and good company, no?"
Ragnar gave an easy shrug, too. "It's fine. I'm sure I will have other exhibition. But if you have any questions about this then I am very happy to answer them. I have spent my whole life studying my culture. I can help with your to do list."
He had already started to advance a little bit further into the rooms when Pippin asked about his puppy. "Oh, yes. He is a little husky. My secret Santa gave him to me for Christmas so I wouldn't be lonely," Ragnar grinned. "Come. I will show you where my favourite ghosts are. Come-" he beckoned with a hand, as though nothing in the world would delight him more than to show Pippin the artifacts.