Hugh turned when he heard the northman's voice. Brows lifted briefly then a smile spread across his face. The expression seemed awkward, as if he were not used to showing so much. It wasn't far from the truth. Ravens did not smile. Nor frown. Nor pout or anything else. Beaks. Kind of inflexible. But after so many years spent in human form Hugh was learning. He just wasn't very demonstrous.
He chuckled as he shook the other man's offered hand...and dearly hoped his own didn't get crushed in the grip. "Hugh is fine," he said. "I'm pleased you have a functioning sense of humor. Your kind isn't known for their patience, and it is a pleasure to meet you, Leif."
When he took his hand back he clasped them behind his back. This squared his shoulders and lifted his head. He was surprised to note he was a shade taller than Leif. "If you would be more comfortable," he said, then switched to that ancient Swedish tongue, "we could speak in your language."