"Ohh, now there's an image." Anders grinned widely, taking a moment to think of that image, of how she would look in that position. He blinked and shook his head as flashes of Helen flickered through his mind. Fuck.
Anders shook his head to clear the images before looking back at AJ as she spoke again. "Yeah. I am Bragi, God of poetry," he said, the name rolling of his tongue and he met her gaze, holding it.