"Well, curse him to Hel, then," Freyr said softly, stroking his thumb down the exposed curve of her neck, "for I will not stand for him to take up space in your mind for too long." He exhaled slowly through his nose, and kissed her neck gently before stepping back towards the armchair to lean against the back of it, arms folded. He glanced around the room, looking for something resembling a bar fridge. Wouldn't hurt to have a warming beverage or two.