It took a minute for his brain to process everything the girl said. He had never heard anyone say so much so quickly before. He would think it was just the way that the Greeks spoke, but the ones he had delivered messages to didn’t talk that fast.
“Um, it’s hotter than I’m use to,” he said, addressing the questions. “I’m from Asgard, not the sun. I guess mortal men are not nice about girls driving. But I live with a bunch of Valkyries, so I know they can do anything. I’m Hermod. Thanks, I rebuilt it myself. And I’m here to see just how fast she is.”
He looked at her car and was more than impressed. A Bugatti. And not just any model, it was the Bugatti. He had thought about getting one for himself, but Heimdall really hated motorized vehicles on Bifrost. It was hard enough getting his motorcycle past the guardian; he would never get a car through. But it was nice to see one up close like this.
“You got a Type 35?” He got off the bike and looked at the engine. “Is it really as fast as they say it is?” He would love to put his hands on that engine, but he would never touch it without Philotes’ permission. That would be beyond rude, and could possibly lead to her hitting him.