“Have I ever refused an opportunity to converse?” He grinned, “I believe it is partially in my job description.” It wasn't a stretch by any means. The very nature of flattery was a verbal art. Certainly he could pen things, or convey a message with a look or a touch, but his skill was far more suited to the spoken word. Even so, he was teasing his Norse friend just a bit.
“Though, you know Bragi is just as glib as I. But, you cannot get a word in edgewise with the two of us... especially if literature of Shakespeare is on the line.”
Hedylogos extended his hand with the bottle of wine to her. “Let us eat, drink, and talk about all the things that occur around us.”