If Bobby didn't think about it too much, the idea of visiting Fenris with Ragnar didn't sound that bad; the promise of such camaraderie and food and drink certainly appealled to the cryokinetic on that emotional level. At least when I don't remember that I'd be declared a heretic and sliced into little ice cubes he thought. But there was still something appealling there, reminiscent of his many junk-food binges with Hank or that sense of shared values he had with Logan. Indeed, hearing about how Ragnar's chapter defied the Inquisition repeatedly for such an unquestionably noble cause helped cement that.
"They call you barbaric and savage? Well you kinda look the part but in my book, sacrificing billions of lives is more savage and barbaric than drinking a lot and wearing giant wolf pelts," Bobby responded. Both Logan and Hank, after all, were often considered bestial, but that was merely skin-deep.
Bobby threw back his final glass of Irish and decided not to have any more. When Ragnar confessed to feeling indebted, Bobby simply nodded and again that sensation of warmth within him returned. That sensation of peership he always craved gave more pleasure than the alcohol did. "Don't worry about the death threat. You just got dragged here after being in a warzone, you were confused." He chuckled good-naturedly at that; there was something inherently funny about the ridiculousness of the situation when looked back upon in hindsight. "Plus, its nice talking to someone else that isn't one of those Good Soldier Boy types," Bobby added.