That got a smile out of her, and not one of the fake ones she used for work. At least he had a sense of humor. In turn she rolled her eyes at his comment. "Mortals have strange tastes. The helm I have always had. The wings are recent. I certainly did not have them before. They think us angels, when we are not."
She shrugged before digging into her pockets, "he does not so if it does not matter." She set two coins on the bed, unsure of where they needed to go. She did not know his practice and did not wish to assume. "Is it possible to keep an eye on him if he reaches your Valhalla? Your heaven, I mean? He was a good sort."