When she leaned back, Odin reached behind her as if to support her, stretching his arm around to let her lean upon him. She hadn't leaned nearly enough for that to be necessary, but it was an opportunity he wasn't going to pass up. His hand remained on her thigh, slightly higher now, as he'd conveniently needed to shift slightly for better balance.
He laughed easily at her comment, appreciating her intelligent humor. Odin had meant by his question, of course, what her artist's eye saw. She had spoken before of colors and shading, but this answer was so much better. Honestly, green was green to Odin. His mind was about knowledge, and not easily able to view things the way she could. It was intriguing and irritating at the same time.
He caught a whiff of her hair then, breathing in the intoxicating scent. As a few stray strands blew in his face, he reached up to brush them away, stroking her hair as he smoothed them back into place.
"You hair is beautiful, Sigyn." In his experience, a woman liked it when he spoke her name. Catering again to her artist's eye, he continued, "The sun does amazing things to the already golden beauty." Now he let his hand trail from her hair in a light caress down the side of her neck.