People weren't usually afraid of Ivarr unless they had an aversion to horses or didn't like creepy and weird looking tall men. They only became afraid when he shifted into his truest form and by then it was too late and they weren't long for this world. Like many other employees of the circus, he was just another gruesome myth. Oh, how he missed the old days.
Ivarr gave her room to eat, returning to his place sitting on the riverside rock. His hand gravitated up toward the silver necklace at his throat, fingertips grazing against it, making sure that it was still there. It was something he did frequently out of habit, the contract he had signed when he joined the circus making him more anxious about losing it.
A gleeful, toothy smile appeared on his face when she said his name right. "You got it! No one ever gets it right." Especially not if they saw it written down first. "No expiration, good." Some added conditions onto offers of favors and he did not know where she was originally from. He found that a lot of that could depend on culture, native land, age, and other such things. "Khepri, where is that from? You from?" He lowered his hand from his neck to rest it along with the other on his lap. "I am from Scotland of long ago, when it was very young."