He smiled and thanked her for her willingness to teach him about technology. Though Godric avoided it as much as he could, for he did not want to make himself look an inept fool in front of people who thought so highly of him, he did want to start gaining a better understanding of the things that surrounded him each day. Back in his world, things were so much simpler -- now there was so much to know, and he wondered if that did not add to the problems that seemed embedded into the future.
"It is easier when you hear the language each day," Godric chuckled, though as always, he was one to relish and thrive with that sort of praise. Humility was never his strong point, though he had spoken just now through fact, not a humbled spirit. "And also I think when you can speak more than one, after the first, the rest follow with ease. To learn what you call 'Norse' was difficult. Now Latin is not too hard, but I am not fluent." It made him happy to talk about his world with someone who seemed so interested in it. He was homesick.
He watched Victoire carefully then, chewing his bottom lip in thought. "If you wish." But he stored the information away for later, for if it might crop up -- and he had learned that these things often did.
"No. They have not. Maybe it is better..." he trailed, then with a shrug he continued. "A few months ago I have the misfortune of my father staying three weeks here. I celebrated when he left." A wry grin fell on to Godric's face then. "He was never much of a father to me, anyway. I found that elsewhere." Except he stopped speaking there, because it tugged at something painful in his chest to think of Næmr and Sæunn and the rest of his viking family. Vogg was here, and Godric would give his thanks each night for this, but what could he say? He felt incomplete without the whole lot of them here.