Ah- playing hard to get! Freyr chuckled softly, about to type further when he felt that little tug that indicated a fellow immortal. A little tiny shard of fear entered his heart (what if- what if-) and he glanced over his shoulder, looking around to see if he could place the source of it. There was a crowd of people and he examined them, and then looked the other way, searching for indications that anyone wasn't as they seemed- even though he knew there would be no actual tell-tale signs.