Sif rolled her eyes at the memory. "What else? Amassing an army of weak-minded males she bewitched," she informed him, lingering annoyance still in her voice. "She was among those who escaped during the prison siege. Nothing to worry about now," Sif added. "I've since provided her with a new silencing collar and sturdier accommodations."
Folding her arms mildly across her breastplate, she turned her attention up to him. "And what of you? Besides growing noticeably soft from leisure..."
They were as yet alone. No reason not to tease him, if it cheered his spirits.