Light and love. There were two things Odin could never get too much of. He had those in his family, he'd had those in other people over time, and, without his own consent, he thought he would very much like to have it in Bella.
Odin had to physically shake this thought form his head, instead focusing on Bella and her lovely eyes. "Well, perhaps I'll get to know the place as I go, what do you think?" A tour seemed intrusive, it was much more seamless to walk into the rooms if there was a need to. This wasn't only Bella's home, after all. He could hear birds chirping from different places in the house, which made him furrow his brow. Looking around he found a pretty songbird inside a well maintained cage not far from the front door. Smiling, Odin touched it and immediately he saw images of a man caring for this bird and many others, always with great love and care. It wasn't a chore, it was a hobby. They must all be his birds. "Your father is an aviculturist?"