"I vote we keep it light, and fun, until you're ready to talk about it. I will warn you though, I am Norse, I don't feel the same way about death as a lot of people do. A lot of our battle cries ended up being just the Old Norse word for Death." She touched the bottle, pushing it toward him so that he could have another drink. She knew it was not easy for everyone to talk about death. Her turning, that was different. A different kind of death.
In spite of the course of the conversation, her grin hadn't drooped in the slightest bit. "You know, those pants look really good on you, but they would look better on my bedroom floor." Bryn winked at him. Come on lines were easy. They were light fun. And being that he was so young when he'd first tasted death, she knew it couldn't be an easy subject, not with the person you were talking about it with was right in front of your face.